ROXIE

Garrison’s thumb was heavy against my jaw, his dark eyes burning into mine with an intensity that completely paralyzed my lungs.

The freezing rain was swirling around us, wetting his black hair and soaking the shoulders of his tuxedo, but the heat coming off his body was overwhelming. He was leaning down, his lips so close I could feel the ragged breath escaping his throat.

Let the empire burn, Roxie. His words echoed in my head, terrifyingly beautiful and completely disastrous.

I closed my eyes, my fingers tightening in the fabric of his lapels as I prepared to give in. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to...