The air between us crackled. Still heavy. Still hot.
I could feel every place he touched me—places he wasn't touching anymore but might as well have been. My skin buzzed, my heart hammering against my ribs so loud I was sure he could hear it.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
He just stood there, hand tangled lightly in my hair, his other hand resting low on my hip like he wasn’t ready to let go yet.
Neither was I.
Dario’s forehead dropped to mine, his breathing rough and uneven. His scent wrapped around me—cologne and something darker, something purely him.
"You're dangerous," I whispered.
He laughed under his breath, a low, warm sound that stirred the heat all over again. “Took you long enough to figure that out.”
I should have pulled away. Said something sharp. Taken the u
