Alora's POV
We both stood still, staring at each other—unblinking. The only thing moving was Dante's eyes, trailing down my figure slowly, as if he were taking in every inch of me. I gulped, but my throat felt dry. My breaths escaped my throat as if I'd just run a marathon.
Why is he looking at me like that, as if he is going to eat me in the next second? I tried pulling the towel down to cover more of my thighs from his gaze, but when I pulled it down, my cleavage became more exposed.
Now what? What do I leave uncovered?
I cleared my throat, finally getting fed up with his staring, which was causing heat to creep to my cheeks.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I raised a brow. "Do I look like candy you have to eat?"
Dante's neutral expression fell immediately, and a hard glare
