I woke up in Dante’s arms. He was already awake, staring at me with an unreadable expression. I looked over at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was the middle of the night. I stretched my legs. It weirdly felt amazing to stretch out my sore muscles. It made me blush to think why they were sore.

Dante looked so cute. His black curly hair was messy and his green eyes were sleepy.

Then I burst my own bubble as I thought about the ...