( Alina's Pov )
The next morning, I woke up with a start, unable to forget what just happened yesterday. Everything happened so fast, I couldn't believe how weak I was against him. My cheeks were ablaze, burning with a beet red as I sat on my bed. What have I done? I asked myself.
But the mere thoughts of seeing Dante's eyes half closed, the sound of his groan — excited something inside of me. Something that still wanted to do it again.
And again.
And again.
But I still felt bad over the idea.
It was so insane.
I was wearing my pyjama pants and crop top when I walked out of my room and into the living room. As I entered, my eyes fell upon Dante, lying on the couch, asleep. His silky hair, black as midnight, spread across the pillow, framing his features. His tanned skin glistened
