Erica's POV

His lips were cold. They didn't move against mine. The taste of lunch clung to his tongue.

His hands were still. They didn't even wrap around my waist. My heart was beating fast. Did I offend him? Was he angry with me?

I pulled away from him. His dark et eyes refused to meet mine and my heart did a nervous flip. Maybe he knew. Maybe he knew about Dante and I.

“Lorenzo, what's wrong?"

My voice was soft. My panic and fear were the only real emotions. My brain was working overtime.

He looked at me. His dark eyes seemed distant, apathetic in fact. His lack of...