Lily's POV
I returned to the penthouse telling myself over and over that I’d act normal. But of course, the universe hated me. Because the very first thing I saw when I pushed open the door… was Dante. Shirtless.
And not casually shirtless, not “I just woke up and forgot a shirt” shirtless, but the kind of shirtless that made my brain stop functioning. His skin was still faintly flushed from working out, his hair damp, a towel hanging around his neck like he’d just finished a commercial for athletic wear. My keys slipped right out of my hand and hit the floor with a loud metallic crash.
“Oh— I— sorry— I didn’t know— you were— um— alive,” I blurted like an i***t.
Dante raised a brow. “Alive?” he asked, confused.
“HOME!” I corrected. “I meant home.”
He tried, he really tried, not to s
