Dante’s POV
I’ve been seated on my seat for the last two hours, and I watched as Eva and Louis strolled into the restaurant, walking hand in hand till they reached their seat and sat down. From the moment she walked into the restaurant in a stunning skin tight red dress I couldn’t take my eyes away from her. Eva had the uncanny ability to command attention effortlessly, and tonight was no exception. At this point, the red dresses she wore were getting engraved in my mind; each time the replay of the dress and how she effortlessly swayed her hips in them was beginning to torment me. Each red dress engraved her curves deeper into my mind.
They both were unaware of my presence as I continued to stare at them. Finally managing to take my eyes off her, I dug into my food. I’d come to the res
