Till Death or Divorce — Episode 4

Elena. I froze. He knew. I stood up slowly. Dante stood in the doorway, wearing only gray sweatpants. Water droplets traced the ridges of his abdomen, but my eyes caught the scars. A circular wound on his left shoulder. A slash across his ribs. They looked surgical, but too precise. Too violent. His gaze locked onto mine, Hiding someone? No, I was looking for something.

looking for something in my bedroom checking if you're hiding a woman Dante looked at me for a long moment if another woman existed you'd be the first to know what are the scars from old life before you knew me he closed the distance between us until his wet chest Almost brushed my nose his thumb brushed my lower lip

But if you keep looking at my body like that Elena 364 days won't be enough to keep me from breaking my own rules. He let go leaving me shivering in the steam