CINNAMON
"Beautiful, wake up."
Featherlight kisses peppered the crown of my head, pulling me from sleep. "We're home."
I blinked against the haze, straightening in my seat. Oh, God. I'd been sleeping against Dante's shoulder. My hand flew to my mouth, wiping away any potential drool, then frantically checking his jacket for evidence of my unconscious crimes.
Heat crawled up my neck as I tucked hair behind my ear. "Please tell me I wasn't snoring."
Dante wasn't amused at my joke. His eyes held something different, an intensity that made my pulse skip.
"Is something wrong?" I kept my voice soft.
"No, Cinnamon." The words came out rough. "Everything is right."
I looked to the front seat and found it empty. We were alone in the car.
He leaned in, capturing my mouth leaving me thoughtl
