Chapter 93 Yes

• Eleni
• Despite how tired he seemed a moment ago, Dante comes alive when I kiss him. He grips my hips like the last anchor in a storm, and I undulate against him like the waves he’s trying to hold on through. I don’t know what to do with this warmth in my chest. It’s something more permanent than love, more certain. So I just wrap myself around him, slide my hands into his hair, and try to find a place where everything makes sense to me again.
• Dante pulls back. “I’m a little sore tonight. I don’t know if I have the whole routine in me.”