Stolen Moments

Dante

It’s been more than a month now since everything went down.

The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white outside the car window, but I barely noticed. Vittoria's hand on my thigh anchored me far more than the wheel ever could. The warmth of her skin pressed through the fabric, subtle, teasing, enough to make my pulse jump and my mind forget everything else.

I looked over at her, ca