DANTE
I watched as she stepped into my room. I didn’t know why she came or maybe I should have known, but after what my confession did to her, I never expected this.
She lingered by the door, her hair tousled and her eyes clouded with uncertainty. For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
The thin, silky robe she still wore from dinner clung to her in all the ways that tested my restraint. It did nothing to hide her curves, especially the ones I thought about too damn often. Her scent carried across the room, hitting me like a punch to the nose, and my eyes nearly closed as my head tipped back.
I forced myself upright, careful not to startle her, though my body wanted to leap forward and close the distance. My gaze betrayed me as I skimmed from her face, down to the swell of her chest, ho
