Caius's POV

I knew the dress looked good back at the boutique, but seeing her now…

She was a vision. A kind of dangerous, soft beauty that unsettled me in ways I can't control.

Kissing her wasn’t part of the plan. But her lips—they just called to me.

Especially when she gives me that naive, conflicted look like she doesn't even realize I’m playing with her.... or maybe she does.

I helped her into the car and slid in beside her. She left a space between us, arms crossed, not uttering a single word.

She didn’t check her phone this time. Our eyes met a few times, and each time...