Page 37 of Salvatore

It’s like a repeat of what went down in my ride, only now the roles are reversed. She realizes and laughs, covering her mouth. I wish I could laugh with her, but I’m so hot for her right now, all I can do is stare at her gorgeous face.

She lowers her hand. “I’ll see you later, okay?” she tells me quietly.

“You won’t have dinner with me?”

Although she keeps her smile, there’s a hint of sadness I’m not used to seeing. “No.”

“Why?”

“Salvatore . . .” she says, shaking her head. “You couldn’t handle someone like me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

My frustration and need for her leaks into my voice, making me sound angry, instead of what I really am: ready for more than just a taste of her tongue.

She steels her expression. “It means that I hope you enjoyed that kiss. It’s the last time I’ll ever let you touch me.”

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