RAVEN:
The restaurant is tucked high above the street, all glass and soft gold lighting. Dante guides me into it with his hand firm at the small of my back.
When we sit, he pulls my chair closer than necessary. My knee brushes his thigh. Then he shifts again, until I’m practically tucked into his side, his arm draped along the back of my chair.
“Are you comfortable?” he murmurs, his lips close to my ear.
I nod as my pulse races in my ear. “Yeah.”
A server with blonde hair and bright blue eyes arrives to take our order. He greets the both of us, and I grab the menu, going through it.
“I’ll have whatever my wife orders,” Dante says immediately.
I glance at him, my brows pinching together.
“You don’t even know what I want yet.”
“I trust my wife.” He smiles, then grabs my hand and pla
