Chapter Twenty One
Nina’s POV
I woke up warm.
Dante’s chest was at my back. His arm was around my waist. My leg was over Enzo’s thigh in front of me. I could feel Nikolai’s knee behind mine.
We were all in the same bed.
But nothing had happened.
We had only kissed last night.
Just kissing. Just touching a little. Then Dante stopped it. He said he was still healing and did not want to rush. Enzo and Nikolai agreed. They pulled the covers over me and made me sleep in the middle.
That was all.
Still, my cheeks burned as I lay there. My body remembered every kiss. Every look. Every hand that had held my face like I was fragile and strong at the same time.
Dante’s fingers moved on my stomach. “You’re tense,” he muttered against my neck. His voice was rough from sleep. “You’re thinking
