CHAPTER 46 - Carlos
Dante drove away from Lia’s street with his jaw clenched so tight his teeth felt like they might crack. One hand gripped the wheel. The other on the shifter, fingers twitching like they needed a trigger to squeeze. Christmas lights blurred past his window, red and green bleeding together. But all he saw was her. The way she’d pressed into him, small and warm, arms looped around his neck like she belonged there. The sound she’d made when he kissed her deeper. The look in her eyes when she pulled back—breathless, trusting. He sucked in a sharp breath, trying to scrape her taste off his tongue. Jesus, Salinas. What the fu ck are you doing? It hadn’t just been heat. It was the way something inside him had cracked open. He replayed it over and over, trying to figure out when he’d lost
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