DANTE
Today went well.
Not a win. Not a loss. Somewhere in the middle, which should've been enough to let me sleep.
Instead, I stared at the ceiling like it held answers. The heater kicked on. Groaned. Kicked off. The silence that followed felt too loud, somehow. Snow tapped against the windows soft, persistent, mocking.
I rolled onto my side. My back. Then my stomach.
Nothing worked.
My mind kept circling back to her. Cinnamon. The way she'd looked at me today. The way she hadn't looked at me. Everything about her felt like a splinter I couldn't work free.
"f**k," I muttered, shoving the blankets off.
The cold hit immediately, but my skin felt feverish. My throat was dry. Get water. Reset. Go back to bed. Simple.
Except nothing about tonight felt simple.
I padded out barefoot, t
