Lorenzo barely heard a word Silver was saying.
He stood there, utterly lost, his gaze fixed on the way her lips moved — soft, plump, delicate. They formed words he couldn't comprehend right now because everything about her was pulling him under.
The way her voice dipped when she grew serious.
The way her hands fidgeted slightly when she spoke about Louis.
The way her hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing her beautiful, stubborn face.
He was drowning.
Silver turned to look at him, a crease forming between her brows.
"Lorenzo?" she asked softly, noticing how distant he seemed. "Are you okay?"
He didn't answer. He couldn't.
Something inside him snapped.
Before he knew it, he crossed the space between them in two long strides. His hands slid into her hair, tilting her face up to him.
Silver gasped, but he was already there, his mouth crashing onto hers with desperate, raw need.
The kiss was explosive, stealing the breath right out of her lungs.
