"Alina…" he murmured against her lips, sounding almost breathless, almost undone.
Her heart skipped violently, and she pulled back just a little, her face burning, her eyes wide and shy as she met his gaze.
He looked at her like she was the most precious thing he had ever touched.
Her cheeks were warm, her lips still tingling from his kiss. The faint coolness of his scent lingered around her, dark and clean and strangely calming, and she couldn't stop the shy confession that escaped her.
"…I didn't know you liked me too… sir," she whispered, her lashes lowering as if she couldn't handle the intensity of his gaze. Her heart felt too full, fluttering uncontrollably in her chest.
Dante's chuckle was low and warm, the kind that brushed against her skin like a gentle ripple. His shadows softened behind him, curling along the floor like tame creatures listening to their master's heartbeat.
