Chapter 170
Well, of course it was. For her too. They barely knew each other and they had a tragedy to deal with. More than one. With very bizarre circumstances.
She made it to the couch on legs not quite steady, sinking thankfully into the soft cushions. Cradling her mug in her hands, she sipped the hot brew. Dante slipped off his leather jacket and tossed it on an ottoman, folding himself into the armchair. It put him as far away from her as he could get. A good thing, she said to herself. Unfortunately, distance didn't affect in any way the heat burning between them or her insane desire to forget everything and get naked with him.
Lack of sleep. It has to be that. What else can explain my weird reaction? This is just not me.