How long—”
I didn’t even have to finish my sentence. “Ten days.”
“And you? You’re—?”
Dante looked away.
I let out a sigh. So the kiss worked. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
He looked older now, more masculine. He aged well, I told him, like an expensive cheese.
He laughed. “Did I ever tell you how romantic you are?

Autore: Yvonne Woon