DANTE'S POV
As soon as she stepped in, she turned to me and visibly blushed after seeing what state I had been.
Something inside me pushed, fought to resurface. A need I wanted so badly to keep locked up, for as long as she had to be here. I had no business going down that lane with her again.
But somehow, I found myself walking towards her, not halting my steps when I knew I should have. Somehow, her obvious nervousness made my mind soar with dark excitement.
Finally stopping very close to her, enough to sniff in her soft scent, I asked.
"What do you want, Ginger?"
She looked up at me, not saying a word.
She looked almost pocket-sized in that moment. She wasn't actually short, but was just the right height that made me a giant beside her. And just the right curves that could make
