Lily's POV
The moment Dante’s mouth left mine, the world seemed to snap back into place so violently that it almost knocked the breath out of me. One second his lips were warm against mine, the next, he jerked back as if he’d been burned. His hands, which had been cupping my jaw so carefully, dropped instantly.
His eyes flashed with something, I saw fear, anger, regret, I couldn’t even distinguish iy. Before I could utter another word, he shot to his feet.
“Dante—” I barely got his name out.
He didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at me. He just turned, walked straight to the door, and slammed it behind him so hard the walls trembled. And I was left there, still sitting on the edge of my bed, breathless, lips tingling, heart pounding so loudly I could barely hear anything else. For a lo
