"Some water, to sober up." He whispers softly, pressing the cold glass to my lips. I part my lips in acceptance, taking a long gulp of water as he smoulders down at me. To ease the heavy attraction, I take control of the glass myself.
Dante obliges, removing his hand but still standing his ground. A crooked smile spreads across his face as he watches me sip and the grin is infectious. In a matter of moments, I have a shy smile adorning my features.
"So where did you go?" I concede defeat. My feigned anger is crumbling fast.
"Back home, had to drop something off." Dante replies rapidly, brushing tendrils of my hair away. "You are absolutely gorgeous. I thought I had an aneurysm back there, when you walked in." "Is that why you flung yourself off the VIP area?" Giggling loudly, I'm cut of
