Before she could stop herself, Siena threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.
Cristiano instantly deepened the kiss, pressing her back against the seat in a rush of urgency. His hand cradled her jaw as their mouths moved in perfect rhythm—slow, hungry, and desperate. They kissed for what felt like forever, only pulling away when the lack of air forced them to, their foreheads still touching, breaths mingling.
“I think today might be my last day at this college,” Siena giggled, though her breathless laughter was bright and full of joy.
Cristiano frowned, lines forming between his brows. “And why would that happen?”
She grinned, brushing her hair from her face. “Well, we’ve kissed so many times in college—first in the corridor, then on the stage, and now in the parking
