Santino’s POV)The moment my lips touch hers the world stops.

Everything stills, the ticking clock, the faint rustle of the night breeze through the curtains, even my own breath. Her mouth is soft, trembling slightly against mine, tasting like something fragile and forbidden.

I don’t pull away.

I don’t even think.

My hands find her face, the warmth of her skin burning against my palms. She exhales sharply, her fingers curling slightly against my chest, like she can’t decide whether to ...