VALESKA
On our way to the station, I sat in front with John, while Dante sat behind in cuffs, with a metal net separating us.
The ride was silent, yet it felt different to me because of what transpired between me and Dante at the alley.
For the first time in days, I could breathe again without having a heart attack or thinking about everything I went through.
And I know this freedom I'm feeling has something to do with that kiss.
It's actually our first kiss, and it felt...
"What is wrong with me?" I breathed out softly, as my hands slowly reached up to my chest, feeling it pounding.
Not out of fear, but something else.
I tried to compose myself and take my mind off Dante, but how can I be at peace when I can see him looking right at me from the rearview mirror?
This is the sixth
