Dante
The clink of cutlery was the only sound filling the dining room. Nicholas was already seated, scrolling through his phone like he owned the world. Aria sat beside him, legs swinging off her chair as she spooned cereal into her mouth, her hair tied in two uneven puffs. Sophia was across from them, politely quiet, stirring tea she hadn't sipped.
And me? I was nursing a black coffee.
Then she walked in. Kate.
Her hair was loose, a little wild like she didn't bother taming it this morning—and fuck, I knew exactly why. She was in a simple shirt and jeans, nothing dramatic, but my mind pulled up the image of that same body naked, writhing under me, breathless, begging.
Goddamn.
"Good morning," she said, her voice smooth, untouched by guilt. She leaned over and kissed Aria's cheek, smiling.
And then her eyes met mine. A flash of something—something that shouldn't be allowed at a breakfast table with others present—passed between us. My grip on the mug tightened. Her lips, slightly red.
