The ride back to the mansion was quiet.
Too quiet.
Camille stared out the window, watching the city blur past, but her mind wasn't on the traffic or the buildings.
It was on the moment that had almost happened.
Dante's hand on the back of her neck.
His face so close to hers.
That look in his eyes.
For a second she had truly believed he was going to kiss her.
And the worst part?
Her body had been ready for it.
Camille clenched her jaw slightly and shifted in her seat.
Across from her, Dante looked completely composed, scrolling through something on his phone like nothing had happened.
The nerve.
"You're very good at pretending," she muttered.
Dante didn't look up.
"Pretending what?"
"That nothing happened."
Now he lifted his eyes.
"Nothing did happen."
Camille scoffed.
"You almost kissed me."
His expression didn't change.
"Almost."
The word lingered between them.
Camille leaned forward slightly.
"So why didn't you?"
Dante held her gaze calmly.
