38. Do You Want This?

Isla’s POV

The minute Dario’s hands grabbed my waist, I gasped. His eyes were locked on mine, and as he moved forward, he casually tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, and without meaning to, I sucked in a breath as I leaned into his touch.

I noticed how his brow creased, and his eyes turned to honeyed fire as they drifted down to my lips, which, I noted, were now parted. It was like my body was this traitor, acting without my brain’s permission.

Nima seemed greatly happy about this, and when Dario dipped his head down and pressed his mouth on mine, my brain shut up entirely.

I felt like I was in another dimension. It was weird because this wasn’t the first time Dario had kissed me. I guessed the feeling of his lips was something I could never get over.

Dario’s arms wrapped around my waist, tightened, and I placed my hands in his hair, feeling the silken strands between my fingers.

The kiss intensified, and the bedroom around us faded; all that existed was nothing but the both