Clarissa’s POV
“Dante,” I murmured, “you don’t quit something you were brilliant at without a reason…like the reason you have now.”
Dante turned toward the stove, avoiding my eyes. “Drop it.”
“Why?” my voice trembled. “Are you afraid I won’t understand? Or afraid I will?”
The knife clattered a little too hard onto the counter. “Enough, Clarissa.”
“Fine,” I said, exhaling slowly. “I’ll stop pressing. For now.”
I moved to stand beside him again, quietly helping prepare the rest of the ingredients. While we were working, I noticed his eyes didn't leave my lips and there was something about those looks that made me nervous.
“ There's something on your cheek.” He whispered, slowly but it was enough to turn me wild.
My whole body stiffened as he touched me lightly, it felt like somethin
