He told me he loves me, but do I trust that? He’s a hell of a man with his affection. And now this dress and the shoes. What is he trying to tell me? I’m feeling like a scared rabbit, dazedly running around my life having no idea what direction it’s taking. I’m way too consumed by this confusion, but I admit, I’m hopelessly lost.
I wish there was someone I could talk to, but Sasha just thinks that Dante’s molding me into a responsible woman, and Penny is off in her own world with Hunter. Though she might understand what I’m going through I don’t really like the idea of talking to her about Dante—not with the weird past they seem to share. I actually think Dante himself might be the only person that understands, but I’m sure as hell not going to make more personal revelations to him. I’d
