Gina leaned over and kissed him over the crumbs of Tiramisu, her lips a light brush over his cheekbone. Her lips were soft, and her breath smelled of sweet coffee. Dante unconsciously turned his face toward hers, seeking her lips. Then he froze, realizing what he was doing.
The bedroom door slammed against the newly soundproofed wall with a thud, and I followed it. My back hit the cold wood with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs, but I didn’t pay attention. The buck fifty of brunette curves in my arms was all I could focus on, all I could care about.