ALINA
I pondorously walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Ever since Dante kissed me so roughly yesterday night, we hadn't spoken again which I was honestly grateful for.
My night was terrible. I had series of dreams in which Dante tried to force himself on me. I would always wake up with a fright whilst screaming out my lungs.
Only heavens knew what Dante had against me that even in my sleep he tormented me.
I pushed the double doors of the kitchen apart and checked the cupboards.
We were running low on groceries and diary products.
I guess I'll need to ask Dante to take me to the supermarket.
I hadn't spoken a word to him through out the day.
He stayed home which got me a tad uncomfortable at first but our silence and distance was refreshing to the c
