Eden’s POV
Watching Dante linger in the hallway, watching me writhe against Ryder’s lap, I can see there was a reason the brothers put rules in place. He looks so wounded, even though we hadn’t even done anything but kiss, the intentions were clear.
I climb off Ryder and push myself into Dante’s chest, waiting for his arms to extend behind my shoulders as always, but he lazily rests his hand on my hip instead. I can feel the heat of his anger.
“Dante, it wasn’t anything,” I breathe, my hands pulling for his face while he gives Ryder one of those typical, wordless stares that they only seem to understand. “Please, look at me.”
He finally gives in, and I have to struggle on the tips of my toes to crash my lips into his. He hardly kisses me back at first, letting my tongue brush his teeth
