I look up at him. 	He is so devastatingly beautiful in the moonlight. 	I tell him so. 	He stares at me, his dark gaze unwavering. Except for my knees. It definitely wavers my knees, if that is possible. I know I wouldn’t be able to stand up if I tried. Which I’m not going to. I’m staying right here…with Dante. 	“Kiss me,” I whisper. “Please.”	Dante is silent, his blue eyes frozen on me. 	And then he lowers his head and his soft lips are upon mine. 	And I might seriously die this time. 	For real.
Courtney Cole, Dante's Girl
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