“Rise and shine!”
I’m awoken by the sound of Dante’s voice and a searing bright light filtering into my bedroom.
“How’d you sleep, Cara mia?” Dante asks.
I stretch my hands above my head and yawn. “Alright,” I say.
“How do you feel?”
I’m about to ask Dante what he means by that when it hits me. The aches. I can feel it in my ass, legs, and most embarrassingly—p***y. I feel like my body was put through a washing machine yesterday at high speed.
And it was, metaphorically, at least.
Apparently we’re going ‘sightseeing’ today. I put it in air quotes, because with Dante, one thing I’ve learned is to be skeptical of everything he says.
Dante clears his throat, reminding me to answer his question.
“A little sore,” I admit.
Dante approaches my bed and reaches down to kiss the top of my
