The next morning, sunlight blasts straight into my face, and my eyes flutter open. I feel empty and exposed, and it’s not even because I’m lying here butt-ass naked. It’s because he’s not here anymore. Dante. I rub the sleep outta my eyes, sitting up slowly on the bed, my whole body kinda aching but also craving something I can't name.
I hear a noise, a soft shuffling, and realize it’s coming from the closet.
A few seconds later, Dante steps out, wrapped low in a towel. His eyes land on me immediately, dragging slow as f**k from my face down to every inch of my bare skin like he’s starving.
"You’re awake. Sleep well?" he says, voice deep and scratchy in that way that always hits me straight between the legs.
"Yeah," I mumble, nodding, feeling my cheeks heat up because of the way he’s d
