Chapter 119

Jean

We’ve talked well into the night that the dim lights of the penthouse are barely enough to illuminate our surroundings. But I welcome the darkness, this is where Dante and I feel most comfortable, as fucked up as we both are.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper against his neck, and I feel Dante tighten his arms around me, pulling me even closer to his body. I allow myself to relish in Dante’s warmth for a solid minute before I pull away slowly, knowing that there’s still so much we need to talk about.

Talk. That’s right. All this time we have been brushing off each other’s thoughts and feelings when what we should have been doing instead was talking.

What was it that people say? Communication is the key to a good and healthy relationship? Wow. Maybe those counseling programs know what they’re talking about after all.

I pull away just enough that I can look at Dante’s face if I crane my head enough. Resting my hands on his strong chest, I coax Dante to look at me with a small tap.

“You are go