“You’re late,” she said.
“You get one condition.”
“I’m exactly on time.” He stepped closer, and the floorboards creaked under him. “It’s not midnight yet.” midnight kisses jeanine benedict
The world exploded into light and sound around them, but all she felt was the warmth of his mouth, the strength of his arms wrapping around her waist, the steady beat of his heart against her chest. It tasted like champagne and rain and the faint salt of her own tears. It tasted like a beginning. “You’re late,” she said