A R I A N A

The light of morning crept through the curtains as I I woke up, dante’s heavy body still pinned me to the bed, his face now buried in my shoulder.

His breathing was uneven, his skin still burning against mine.

I tried to wiggle free, but his arms tightened around me even in sleep.

"Dante," I whispered, gently shaking him. "I need to get up."

He groaned but didn't wake.

Carefully, I managed to slip one hand free and brushed my fingers across his forehead, ...