Kali's POV
Amber’s chatter flowed easily, her hands animated as she spoke, but I barely heard a word. My pulse was pounding in my ears, because Diego was sitting close enough that every so often his knee brushed mine under the table. The casual graze of his hand against my thigh as he reached for a glass. The way he leaned in, lips near enough to graze my ear when he murmured something Amber couldn’t hear.
“You look beautiful tonight.” Diego muttered underneath his breath, in a tone only I could hear. “But I know you taste just as heavenly too.”
A shudder rippled down my spine at his words. To the other guests, he was calm, and almost stoic. But to me, he was fire licking at my skin, reminding me with every
small, deliberate touch that I wasn’t wearing anything beneath this dress.
