❛❛She was the voice that calmed the storm in him❞
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"Ti amo." his voice was barey above a whisper as placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
Dante held me in his arms, his fingers brushing through my hair.
My heart fluttered. "I love you m...
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I S A B E L L A
Lying on my back, I stare at the ceiling, my mind replaying yesterday's events like a film stuck on an endless loop.
Dante and I had gone for a drive. A simple thing, really. Nothing extravagant, nothing that should be stuck in my head this long.
And yet, it is.
The way he watched me, eyes warm with amusement, had left a strange, lingering warmth in my chest.
But none of that matters.
I can't stay here any longer.
I'm healed. I have no reason to remain in Dante's home, taking up space, eating his food, making him responsible for me when he never asked to be. He's done more than enough.
If I stay any longer, I'll become an inconvenience- one he won't tell me to leave, because he's too decent for that. And I don't want to be someone's burden. Again.
Turning my head, I glance at the clock on the nightstand. 2:07 AM.
Great.
Now, not only am I overthinking, but hunger clawed at my insides.
I sigh, pushing the blankets off. If I lie here any longer, my thoughts will suffocate me.
The house is silent as I slip out of bed, careful not to make any noise as I make my way toward the kitchen. The cold floor send a shiver up my spine but I ignore it.
Once in the kitchen, I decide on pudding. It's simple, comforting, and exactly what I need right now. I find the ingredients with ease, taking my time measuring out the milk, sugar, and cornstarch. The rhythmic stirring is soothing, the quiet hum of the gas stove filling the silent space.
I'm so lost in the process that I don't notice him until his voice cuts through the stillness.
"What are you doing awake, Angioletta?"
Spinning around, I nearly droop the spoon, I find Dante leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips. His dark hair is slightly disheveled, and he's wearing a plain black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, looking as if he'd just rolled out of bed.
"Damn it, Dante." I place a hand over my chest "Give a girl a warning next time."
With the deepening of his smile, a dimple appeared, making my heart clench.
"I was hungry, so I'm making pudding." I sigh, gesturing the pot. "What about you?"
He shrugs. "Heard noises. Thought it was an intruder."
"Yes, because burglars usually break in to cook dessert." I roll my eyes.
He chuckles, pushing off the doorway and walking over. "Need help?"