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And I kiss the love of my life like I never stopped.
Chapter 32
Adriana
Iforgot what arealkiss felt like. What it means to be consumed by someone who wants you so desperately they kiss as if you’ll vanish.
Only one man has ever kissed me like that.
Angelo.
Our lips part, barely, like neither of us wants to breathe unless the other does first.
My heart is slamming against my ribs.
My pulse is wild in my throat.
I pull back a fraction, just enough to look at him. My hands are still fisted in his shirt. His thumb brushes across my cheekbone like he’s memorizing the shape of me all over again.
I don’t know why I say it.
Maybe it’s panic. Maybe it’s fear.
Maybe it’s because no one has kissed me like that in five fucking years.
“I-I’m sorry,” I whisper.
His brow furrows. Like I just spoke a language he doesn’t understand.
“For what?”
I blink, tongue thick in my mouth. “For… that. I shouldn’t have—”
He cuts me off, his voice soft. Certain. Unshakable.
“Don’t ever apologize for kissing me.”
My breath stutters.
He leans in again, closer, but not kissing me this time. Just there. Solid. Steady.
“Not when I’ve spent every night wishing you would.”
I break.
Just a little.
A crack in the wall I’ve been patching for years.
Because there’s no venom in his voice. No arrogance.
Justache.
Real. Raw. Honest.
And it makes me want to kiss him all over again.
My lips part to speak, but he speaks first.
