A R I A N A
Two days had passed since the dinner at my parents' house, and things have been a little bit too strange, and confusing.
Dante had been...different.
He showed up at breakfast yesterday morning before leaving for work, he sat there drinking coffee while I ate, not saying much.
Then he asked if I needed anything before leaving.
This morning, same thing.
It was unsettling the Dante I knew didn't do "nice." He didn't check on people, he commanded, he took, he controlled.
It felt oddly weird, like he was up to something. Like he wanted me to lose my guard so he’d hurt me just like his nephew.
That night at the garden,
I touched my lips remembering his kiss, so gentle compared to our other shared ones. His words, “Let me take the pain away” played in my head o
