The Luna Cure

THIRTY-FIVE

Dante was very good at sneaking up on people. Maybe it was part of the whole stronger-Prince-Alpha thing, but I didn't even hear him when he entered the room, nor as when he approached the bed.

It had been maybe an hour since I came in here, and I was still very angry, but that anger had turned into a tiredness that I was almost satisfying with a nap.

Almost, meaning I was interrupted by Dante.

His hands appeared out of nowhere, and as my back was to the door, one pressed against the bed in front of my face, the other behind me, caging me in.

"I'm trying to sleep." I said, not looking up at Dante. I felt him above me, though. His presence left me feeling very warm, in a nice way. He must've been leaning over the bed and over me.

"I'm sorry, about earlier. So is Max."

I almost groaned, not wanting to hear about this. So instead of replying, I turned more, so I was laying on my front, my head still turned away from Dante.

"Talk to me."

"No." I grumbled, pulling a pillow under my head.

"Please, Florence."

I ignored him.

His hand moved to slowly sweep my hair away from my neck, pushing it to the opposite side. I had no clue why he did that, until I felt him lean down further, and his lips pressed against the side of my neck. Goddess, the sparks were intense there. My eyes closed unwillingly, and I almost let out a sound.

Shivering, I tensed up. Dante was trying to make me talk, wasn't he? I didn't want to give in to his plan.

But his lips felt incredible. I already knew that, and did my best to pretend like I didn't.

"You still smell like that man." He mumbled, pressing another kiss softly on the side of my jaw. "I'm really not a big fan of that."

As he moved to press another kiss on my face, I flipped onto my back and grabbed the pillow next to us, using it to push him away. "Go."

He simply grabbed the pillow and threw it to the side, grinning above me. "You don't want that."

I nodded in disagreement. "Yes I do. I'm mad at you." And hurt, and upset with this whole thing, but I was too mad to divulge those details.

"You should be. We were asses."

I raised an eyebrow. He was still hovering very closely above me, so it was hard to even try and be intimidating. "So, you should go."

He shook his head. "When someone is mad at someone else, they're supposed to work it out, not avoid it."

"And you think working it out is... this?" Meaning the kissing. But I wasn't going to mention the kissing explicitly to Dante, because I felt that would only backfire, and lead to more kissing. And that terrified me.

Dante shrugged in response. "It's one way. Also the best way, but that's obvious."

I smacked his chest at his attempt at a joke. "Go." But my order was much more halfhearted this time, and Dante knew it.

"No. Talk to me."

"I am."

He gave me a look. "You're not just angry that I almost fought your brother. What else is wrong?"

Why could he always read me so well? It was unfair.

"It's just the fighting. Nothing else is wrong."

He leaned down closer, only inches between our faces now. "That's a lie."

I sighed, wracking my brain for anything else. "I'm sorry for what I said at lunch. I didn't mean it, and it wasn't true, and it was mean." This was not a lie in the slightest. Even though Dante had later pissed me off, I still felt horrible about what I had said to him at lunch. He had every right to leave.