Dante Laterza literally made my hands shake. I kept them in my arms, tucked over my chest so no one saw. The campus was crowded with underclassmen still moving in. For the most part they ignored me, though I did get a few curious glances.
I made it into the dorm and turned around with my back against it after I locked it. I thought at any second Dante would grab me. His handiness should piss me off and it did, but it also did weird things to my belly and I didn't like it.
Dante had looked like s**t this morning with red eyes and messy hair. I still wanted him. His six-pack abs threw me because I had to keep my fingers from trailing over each swell of muscle. I'd had crushes but those were confined to television or movies. Lorenzo Richelmy came to mind and I'd watched every second of Marc
