Dante's POV.
I closed the door behind me, the soft click echoing louder than it should've.
For a moment, I just stood there.
Breathing.
Thinking.
Eloise had no idea what she looked like when she was trying to hide how affected she was. The blush crawling up on her neck. The way her fingers twisted in her lap like she didn't know what to do with the heat I'd left behind.
The flush that bloomed on her cheeks like she had been caught doing something she shouldn't. Christ, she was beautiful when she squirmed.
And I hadn't even touched her yet.
Not properly.
I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt slowly, rolling them back down to hide the way my hands still itched to trace the curve of her thighs again. To feel the way her body arched when I do much as whispered too close. It was a g
