I realized I was babbling and forced myself to sound more normal. The snake tattoo pillowed his head, while the dragon’s eyes seemed to gaze at me from Dante’s arm, which rested on his chest as he rolled to stare at me. I dropped my eyes to the paperback on my lap. “Pride and Prejudice is a timeless love story. Mr. Darcy is too proud, while Lizzie Bennett is prejudiced against him. Despite their differences, they’re attracted to each other.” My cheeks warmed, and I glanced at him through the curtain of my hair. A lazy grin spread across his face, his eyes hooded. Gods. He couldn’t be less like the delectable Mr. Darcy if he tried. I visualized Dante in a billowing white shirt and tight breeches. Nope. Definitely not Mr. Darcy. But neither was I the naïve and prejudiced Lizzie Bennett. Dante yawned, covering his mouth. “I’ve not read much. And my taste in movies doesn’t run to love stories.” He sounded disgusted by the thought.
