MORNING CONFESSIONS
I woke to fingers gently tracing patterns on my bare shoulder, caressing my skin romantically.
Lazy. Possessive. The kind of touch that said 'mine'.
“You’re staring,” I murmured. Eyes still closed.
“I’m memorizing.” Dante’s voice was rough. Morning deep. “In case this is the last time I get to...tou..”
“Don’t.” I opened my eyes. Found him propped on one elbow. Looking at me like I was something precious. Breakable. “Don’t turn this into something tragic. We just...we just had s*x. Again. That’s all.”
“That’s all?” His thumb traced my collarbone. “Aria, we haven’t..we haven’t been together like this for a while. Since..”
“Since the night before Vincent attacked.” I finished. Sat up. The sheet pooling at my waist. “I know. But Dante this doesn’t fix everything. Doe
