Lia’s Pov

The silence of the apartment extended between them. The type of silence Lia was still discovering to have faith in. Dante’s fingers lightly touched hers unconsciously, drawing unseen patterns over the surface of her hand. She observed him, the heaviness of his presence enveloping her like a comforting heat. "You’re overthinking again," he whispered without raising his gaze. Lia sighed, adjusting a bit to look at him. “Am I not permitted?” Dante's lips curled slightly, ...