We both gasped softly as our lips met.
There was no denying it now—the jolt was real. We both felt it.
Anthony's hand slipped around my waist, pulling me closer. He deepened the kiss.
The crowd faded. So did the nerves that had tangled in my stomach moments before. All that mattered was him.
Maybe this was what I'd wanted all along—the second he walked into the dressing room with that fresh haircut and unreadable look in his eyes.
Then, just as suddenly, he stopped.
His arms remained around me, his breath warm against my cheek. His lips curved into a smirk.
"That was a good one, Alicia," he murmured.
I nodded, catching my breath. "Did we manage to grab their attention?"
Anthony glanced over the crowd, then back at me.
"A grand one at that."
I smiled, but he didn't return it. His gaze lingered—piercing, searching. It felt like he was looking straight through me.
Then, without another word, he turned toward the entrance.
"Let's go."
