Dante
A breath caught in my throat at the desire in her eyes. The subtle way her chest heaved and she elongated her throat to stare up at me. Her pupils were expanding as I took one final, careful step toward her to not scare her away.
But something told me that I couldn’t scare her away if I tried.
I’d never shared anything about my past with any of the women I’d been with. It was always a secret thing that I carried close to me, afraid to have the precious memory tarnished. But Honey…she felt accepting. Receptive. She shared a piece of herself too.
A piece to the puzzle.
Her mother was a drunk and had clearly hurt her in ways that couldn’t be repaired. But that wound had scarred over. As badly as it hurt, she was stronger for it. Honey wasn’t a soft, meek little woman. She was jus
