MYRA’s POV
Running into Dante at my doorstep, I come to the full realization of how wrecked I am for him. He went through all the steps so quickly, passing a hundred percent, shattering whatever barrier I built up to block him out, taking root in my heart and carving out a special place for himself before I can even figure out what was happening.
Dante smells a bit of alcohol when I take a step closer, which is weird because he does not look tipsy. His eyes are steady and focused on my face, unwavering as I take another bold step.
"I…I was just on my way to your apartment," my voice sounds raspy in my ears so I clear my throat. "I wanted to see you."
"Why?"
He sure as hell knows why, but I bet he wants to hear me say it out loud. "I missed you."
"And?"
"I wanted you to touch m
