I was hesitating and he somehow knew it. This wasn't the first time I'd felt Dante could read my mind. It was similar with Mr. Xavier, though I knew for a fact he could. It was uncanny how he determined what I needed before I had a clue.
Tonight, I was about to party with a group of teenagers and do something entirely normal for my age. I never did normal. I opened the door and peeked out. Dante smiled.
“Come on."
He'd dressed in sweats and a T-shirt. I missed the turtleneck but he still looked good enough to eat.
“I didn't wash because I wanted to smell you the entire time I'm out there," he said huskily.
Heat flooded my face and he got that look in his eyes that said he was serious and teasing me at the same time. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked.
“I can still taste y
