SERENA
t takes me a while to mentally recover from the shower I took with him stood watching me. It was intense, to say the least. Dante is like a ticking time bomb. I don’t know what to expect from him. Is he going to show me compassion? Or is he going to hurt me? All Iknow is that I can’t trust anything he does or says, and yet every aspect of my life now forces me to rely on his guidance.
My thoughts twist and turn, the silence within the room is all-encompassing. I feel on edge like he’s going to burst through the door any moment now, finishing what he started this morning.
That thought makes me realize that I’m still naked. The only thing covering me is the towel wrapped around my body. I need to find something to wear.
He didn’t seem to care that I wore his shirt last night, wh
