Book 2- (11) Dante/Mila PT: 2

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DANTE POV:

It’s been a week, and I was still in pain, but at least I wasn’t throwing up anymore. I haven’t gotten a visit from Mila, and as the days went by, I found myself missing her more and more.

My fiance Gemma walked into my room. She carried a tray as she slowly made her way over to me. I just watched her every movement, and I couldn’t help but compare her to Mila. While Gemma’s skin was beautifully fair, Mila’s was a beautiful olive color. Gemma’s hair came a little past her shoulders and was jet black; she always kept it tied up. But Mila’s hair reminded me of the moon; her beautiful silver hair always seemed to shine, never seemed dull. Mila’s body was full of curves, and I loved to run my hands over every inch of her body. However, Gemma’s body, however beautiful she was, her body wasn’t nearly as curvy as Mila’s.

Mila was never shy about her body; everything she wore was always so very revealing, showing a lot of skin. But Gemma, like a good younger woman, always cove