Dante moved an inch nearer, then hesitantly stopped, his blue gaze locking onto to mine. “You’re so very beautiful,” he whispered.
I closed the gap between us until we stood toe-to-toe. He slowly raised a hand and tenderly brushed his knuckles along my cheek to my jawline, a thrill surging through me. Warmth flushed my skin at the gentle caress, and I stilled as the tickle of his minty breath swept against my cheek. I wanted to kiss him. Wanted his lips crushed against mine so bad it shocked me. His hand moved to the back of my neck, sliding under my hair to gently grip my nape. My gaze focused on his mouth. If I leaned upward our lips would touch, and everything would change. My heart was beating too fast, and heat pooled deep in my body.
“You’re not in the least bit turned off by my being a grim reaper?” Dante whispered.
“Why should I be? You didn’t choose your powers anymore than I did,” I murmured.
“So awfully true…” His voice held a hint of sorrow, and it stirred an alarming yearning within me.