Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

Right now, none of that matters.

The only thing that matters is the joy in her expression.

Vi has what she wants.

And I have her.

And that matters more than the band, more than music, more than anything.

After dinner, we walk Violet's parents back to their hotel. They give her a thousand hugs before they finally drag themselves to the elevator.

I don't blame them for lingering in their goodbyes.

But that doesn't change that Violet is mine for the rest of the night.

We walk outside hand in hand. It's not raining anymore but the air is still damp. The sky is a deep royal blue, brightened by all the lights of the city.

New York really is a hell of a city. I've been here a dozen times, but I've never appreciated it the way I do when I'm with Violet.

I don't appreciate anything the way I do when I'm with Violet.

I slide my arms around her waist and pull her body into mine. "You did it."

"I did."

"Violet Valentine, Master of Mathematics."

"Master of smoky eye." She points to her cocoa eye makeup. "I think Mom was happy I toned it down."

"Your mom is happy you got your master's degree."

She smiles. "Yeah?"

"You really doubt that?"

She shakes her head. "No, I know she is. It's overwhelming how supportive they are." She looks up at me. "And you being here… Thank you, Ethan. I… God, we really fucked this up last time I was graduating."

"Yeah, we did. Me especially."

"But me too. Both of us. I'm glad we got past it. I love you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I love you too."

I press my lips to hers. I mean it to be a sweet kiss, but my body has other ideas.

I dig my fingers into her hips and hold her body against mine. She's soft and pliable, and her kiss is hungry.

She needs this as much as I do.

More even.

Her mouth parts for my tongue. Her hands dig into my hair.

She wants to give herself to me.

Fuck, how I want to take her.

Need to move this somewhere private or I'm going to take her right here, against the hotel's marble wall.