[Bianca]
I woke to the sound of beeping. A noise I knew all too well. Hence, before I even opened my eyes, I knew where I was. The smell of disinfectant, the stiffness of the sheets, the texture of the bed—this was a hospital.
My eyes fluttered open to confirm that guess, and the first thing I saw was Dante.
He was slouched in the chair beside me, one arm propped against the armrest, his head tipped sideways. His eyes were shut, lashes above high cheekbones. Even asleep, he looked like something out of a magazine.
A frown formed on my face.
The last thing I remembered was the crash. Dante had dodged a truck but ended up colliding with the edge of the bridge. So why was he just sitting there while I was the one lying in a bed hooked up to machines?
I was still watching him when his e
