Dante

I kept pacing in my room, annoyed before I even thought about stepping out. She was taking too long. How hard was it to dish up a meal and carry it up?

I had already taken off my shirt and thrown it on the bed, and cracked open a bottle of wine. The drinks were beginning to take effect, and my patience was getting thinner by the minute.

What the hell was she doing?

I finally caved and walked back to the hall. She wasn't getting away from me without a fight.

But as I barely took a step ...