Eleni
“Let me get that.” Dante swoops into my path and tries to grab the full plate of pasta out of my hands.
I hold on with a small smile. “I’ve been walking for two days. I think I can handle carrying my own dinner.”
“You are stubborn.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Can I take your glass instead?”
I nod, and he lets go. He’s been doting on me for the last three days, barely letting me do anything.
It’s sweet, but it’s also driving me insane. I pad from the kitchen into the living room and sit on the couch. Dante’s pasta and his glass of wine wait on the coffee table. I set mine next to his, and a moment later, he appears with my glass of sparkling apple juice. We both look at it for a moment. Dr. Fletcher hasn’t called yet. I haven’t gotten my period yet. Without talking about it, Dante a……
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