Dangerous Territory

Vittoria

The house became colder the moment Dante left.

I sat in the vacant spot he had just vacated, my fingers drawing a light design on the arm of the chair. The smell of steak and hot pasta still lingered in the air, mixing with the subtle smell of his cologne—dark, rich, something that had started to become familiar.

I didn't know what annoyed me more—that he had shown up unexpectedly with fo