Tempting Mr. Salvatore

a Fer

. He looked like he was having the time of his life, taking sharp tu

hat to do about it. Still, I chose that this would be the most reckless thing I'd ever done. For th

his fingers had brushed my skin, leaving behind a feeling I couldn't name. Someth

?" he asked, noticin

, wouldn't it?" I replied,

confidence, then popped another piece of gum into his mo

g we were leaving Vale Dália,

a at this hour?" I asked, not

, with a seriousness that k

would be stupid," I shot bac

this once, let me lead

ow his name felt on my tongue. I like

dings, little greenery, and a sea of city lights. It was a bustling place, filled with nightc

. I remembered him spending the night trying to set me up with random guys at a club

ied (which I sincerely hoped he wasn't). That uncertainty unsettled me. Being this exposed, this vulnerable in a stranger's ca

ows down?" I asked, an

pen window. I caught a glimpse of myself in the side mirror an

the strange freedom of that moment. And somehow, parad

the silence as he looked at me in a

s here?" I asked, un

the car in front of a dark build

eason in my head, I step

a green door. Behind it, an old elevator. Dante pressed the button, and the doors opened so qu

to close. In one swift motion, he pulled me inside, my b

st his back, while his other arm locked me against him. My gaze climbed to his

face. The weight of our closeness was almost too much. And only when the door

d

he wanted to me in that moment.

ttered across every wall. As I looked closer, I recognized them. The same artist Lucas had in his

whispered, stunned by t

rty," Dante said, moving toward me. "You lo

inside me. I tried to recall every detail

was th

e you,