Dante pauses and turns to look at her. She was awake. He thought maybe that was her subconscious talking.
“Please stay with me” she says again, and he goes back to bed and sits taking her hands in his.
Leila had no idea what she was doing, but she knew she felt secure easily with him and so she was not letting him go that easily.
“What should I do, Leila, why do you want me to stay?” Dante asks her.
“Come hold me please” she replied, at the empty side of the bed. Reluctantly, Dante takes that hand and holds her underneath the sheet, careful not to touch her boobs, which were bare; he had not placed any clothing on her after cleaning off the water on her body.
However, it would seem she had other plans, as her hands held his and directed them right to where he was avoiding. Dante was
