My words stalled, caught in my throat as his warm breath fanned against my face. The scent of sweet mint swirled around me, both cold and hauntingly familiar. He was far too close, close enough to erase the narrow space between us with just one movement.
Part of me was ready to abandon the bitterness I'd clung to, though the memories of a year’s worth of pain couldn’t be forgotten so easily. He'd made a terrible mistake, and while I’d forgiven him, I wasn't sure if I was ready to open myself to him completely again. There was a longing there, intense and dangerous—a pull toward Leonardo that I knew would consume me if I let it. With him, I would burn with passion and surrender, worshiping him just as he would me. Yet my heart wasn’t prepared for such a surrender, not before I’d come to te
