Chapter 40

Dante’s Point Of View

(Lena is so stubborn)

Lena leaned in on me, her steps were gradually becoming very light and her grip on my shoulder and neck was slowly becoming loose.

Her head on my chest and I could smell the alluring smell of the vanilla shampoo she used on her hair and her candy sweet smell penetrated my nose. I dipped my hand softly into her hair, massaging it as we both danced to the waltz music.

She’d stopped moving, her leg at a stand still and her breathing faint, she’d fallen asleep.

“Lena.” I called her name to confirm and she was sleeping.

She was probably tired. I slowly picked her up from the ground, not in a bridal style. She automatically wrapped her legs around my torso and wrapped her arm around my neck.

I held her back but she was slowly slipping because I was trying to avoid holding her ass since it was the right place but the wrong place to hold.

I held her ass softly she wouldn’t fall and I carried her out of the room to her bedroom.

I laid her on her bed