◆◆◆ Chapter 4 ◆◆◆
After the anniversary night, things shifted. We still kept it casual and claimed it was just s*x, just companionship, nothing serious. But Dante started staying over more often. Started keeping a toothbrush at my place. Started texting me random things during the day that had nothing to do with hooking up.
And I started to panic.
"This is getting too relationship-y," I told Sage over lunch.
"And that's bad because...?"
"Because I'm not ready. Because he's twelve years younger than me. Because people will think I'm some desperate widow who couldn't handle being alone…"
"Liv. Who cares what people think?"
"I do! Marcus's family still calls me. His friends still check in. What am I supposed to say? 'Thanks for the casserole, by the way I'm sleeping with a 27-year-old
