Chapter Twenty Two
Nina’s POV
After Isabela followed Enzo toward the guest house, the air felt too heavy to breathe.
My mind kept going back to the bedroom.
To the way Dante had pulled me close earlier.
To the way his mouth had claimed mine.
To the way my body had leaned in, ready to forget everything else and just fall.
We had kissed. Deep and hot and dizzying. His hand had slid into my hair, mine had grabbed his shirt. I had felt that same wild pull that always came when he was near.
But then he’d stopped.
He’d pulled back, his breathing rough, his eyes dark.
“Not tonight,” he’d said. “You’re tired. You’re shaken. You almost died in a warehouse three hours ago. I won’t touch you like that when your head isn’t clear.”
Nothing had happened after that.
No s*x.
Just his hand cup
