Meeting an old friend

ALINA

I walked downstairs like a dog with two tails, my face having a brilliant smile on it.

It had been two days since I arrived back to New York.

I didn't waste any time in drifting off into a deep sleep the moment my body touched the soft sheets of the bed.

We arrived around 1am and I was feeling so fucking drowsy.

Dante had to carry me all the way and dropped me, not in my room, but in his room.

Yes. We had started sharing a room now and I couldn't be more pleased.

I liked how everything was turning out.

My married life had blossomed so well, Dante has completely changed all for me and now I feel so happy.

There's this joy that's in my heart, it radiates whenever I think of Dante. I never thought I would ever feel happy thinking of Dante but here I am, always thinking and smiling sheepishly to myself.

Later in the morning, Dante made sure all my things had been moved to his room before he left for work.

I miss him so much. He came back real late and left very early this