RAVEN:
I press a hand to Dante’s chest, breaking the kiss at once. My eyes search his, waiting for him to speak, but he doesn’t. I know I heard well. He said children, and I cannot help but wonder how many kids he has.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he says, his breath ragged.
“You do not have to be sorry for kissing your wife,” I say, cupping his face and caressing it tenderly.
I know I have been hurt, and he has been hurt too. I want to help him so badly because I believe we can heal each other, but he just will not unfold for me. It breaks my heart so much. His behaviour is very questionable, and I still have not recovered from what happened at the club, but it is partly my fault for leading Grant on.
You cannot beat a child up and tell him how to react. In essence, Dante has ever
