KAYLA POINT OF VIEW

I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss I shared with Dante, no matter how hard I tried to forget it. Though it wasn’t the first time, this felt so much better. My lips still tingled from his touch, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, the way his eyes softened right before he kissed me, the way his hand cupped my cheek so gently, as if I was something fragile he didn’t want to break.

I hated that it made my heart race, that it made me feel safe, even for ...