Chapter 21

Light fingers brush my hair and when my eyes pop open they don't retract.

Dante is laying with me, hands around my waist, my hands on his chest and he's playing with my hair.

He has a sort smile on his face while he does it too.

Hmm.

"Um sir" I croak and he freezes. "Why are you in my bed"

He clears his throat.

"I..well you see...I um..I wanted to talk to you before we..uh..went to sleep but I..um..I..fell asleep"

"Oh" I sit up "be right back"

I run into the bathroom to brush my teeth and when I get back out Dante's not there.

I frown at when he used to be and was about to yell profanities when he reentered with a little bit of foam on the side of his mouth.

"You have some foam on the side," I say pointing and he misses.

"Not there. Here" I say pointing again and he misses...again. I sigh and walk towards him, stand on my tippy toes, and wipe the foam. He smiles down softly at me and I return it, but then I clear my throat and step aside.