Chapter 45:

Dante’s POV:

What the hell was I doing?

It was a real question—one I’d been trying not to ask myself since Monday morning when I woke up next to her again. And Tuesday. And Wednesday. And… well. Every night except Thursday, and even then, I’d sat in the damn kitchen past midnight, staring at her like a fucking addict trying to stay clean. I wasn’t proud of it.

My heart was doing somersaults—no, su