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ELEANOR
I stirred from my sleep, feeling a dull ache spread throughout my body. My muscles were sore from the events of the previous night, and as I blinked myself awake, memories began to flood back—memories of the intensity of Dante’s touch, his whispered confessions, the way we had come together in a way that had been both inevitable and overwhelming.
I was wrapped in the warmth of his arms, his body pressed close against mine, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling me into a reluctant calm.
But the peace I felt didn’t last long. As the reality of what had happened settled in, I felt a sharp pang of regret shoot through my chest. I sighed softly, blaming myself for how easily I had given in to Dante’s relentless pursuit, how I had let myself fall back into his arms des
