L A N ADante stands outside the room, one hand resting at his side as his eyes immediately search my face, and the moment he sees me properly, I know I've failed miserably at hiding what I've been doing in here. His brows pull together slightly, his attention moving across my face before settling on my eyes, and I suddenly become very self-conscious of how red they probably look after everything that just happened.He stands in the doorway, dressed much the same as he was earlier, although his jacket is gone now, leaving him in a simple dark button-up shirt. His physique is still visible through the thin lining of his cotton shirt, and it takes everything I have in me not to get distracted by how muscular he actually is. Seeing him more relaxed also makes him less intimidating to be around, and that thought almost makes me smile, considering who I'm standing in front of, and the fact that this man has spent most of my time here making it very clear that he's capab
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