D A N T E
I moved her things into my room because I was done, done with her being down the hall, with the distance, I wanted her close, I wanted to wake up and see her next to me, her warmth, he intoxicating scent.
I wanted that all.
She is my wife, and next to me is where she belongs.
When she stormed into my room, all fire and anger, it only made me want her more, the way her eyes went wide when she saw me in just a towel… it was a good look on her.
Knowing that I had much effect on her made me feel good… unlike other woman Ariana didn’t have to get my attention, or to make me want her, she was doing it so well even without lifting a damn finger.
I told her she was staying.
I meant it, no more arguments or running.
She stood there, trying to be brave, trying to be angry but I c
