Dante’s POVI slipped into the house carefully, hoping Cassandra would have slept like one of those days when she sketched all day and then collapsed from exhaustion. But luck wasn’t on my side today.“Is there a reason you’re tiptoeing in your own house, Mr. Blackwell?” I heard her ask, and I froze.Fuck. I got caught.“Tiptoeing? Who’s doing that?” I mused, turning to look at her. She was standing there, arms crossed under her chest, and I chuckled to ease the awkwardness.“Working late?” she asked, stepping closer. I panicked. From this distance, she couldn’t see my bloodied shirt, but up close, there’d be no hiding it.“Yes… how have you been, kitten?” I asked, crashing my lips against hers, trying to cover the state I was in. But, as always, I lost myself in the kiss.“Mhmm,” we moaned into it, my hands roaming over her body as she wrapped her hands around my neck, deepening the kiss, which earned a sharp, painful groan from me.“Ahh,” I let out a whimper, which immediately pulle
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