That Night, Mandy got up from her bed feeling thirsty, she padded into the kitchen half asleep, intending to get a glass of water. She didn’t expect to find Dante there. Shirtless, bruised knuckles, silent.

She froze.

He didn’t look at her, he just filled his glass and drank.

She grabbed a glass of her own, feeling the tension burn the air.

"You done sulking?" he asked without looking at her.

She scoffed. "You exploded. I reacted."

“You invaded my privacy.” His tone was calm now. ...