Things had changed as he never wanted to imagine. She probably wasn't the only one; last night did not happen to a single person. What had he been thinking of her? Why that kiss?
Why was he caring about him now ?!
She just couldn't explain it to him, nor the way she had started to think of Santino. In that black and straight hair, in the carefree way expressed in his gestures and comments; in the lonely, melancholy gaze that was seen behind the ebony of his pupils.
Everything.
What if it was just a mere infatuation because of her possible disenchantment with Luke?
If not? That kiss had been too intense, too warm, close, and undeniable. She had sensitivity steeped in the subtle touch of his lips at first and the waist of his gnarled hands around his waist. How comfortably good they fel
