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Lia’s POVI lay in bed for over an hour, tossing and turning, my mind racing and my body restless. The room felt too hot despite the open window. The sheets felt too rough against my skin. Everything felt wrong.Finally, I gave up.I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt and left my room, padding quietly through the dark hallways and down the stairs. I knew where I was going before I consciously decided.The pool.Maybe he wouldn't be there. Maybe I'd have the quiet and the stars and the glowing water all to myself, and I could clear my head and figure out what the hell was happening to me.But as I stepped out onto the terrace and the pool came into view, I saw him immediately.Dante was in the water, cutting through it with long, powerful strokes, his body moving with that same effortless grace I'd watched from behind the plant two nights ago.My heart kicked hard against my ribs.I should leave. I should turn around right now and go back inside and lock myself in my room and stop seeking

Lia’s POV"Oh god," I moaned, my head falling back, my hips rolling forward involuntarily to meet his touch. "Dante—"Hearing his name on my lips like that—breathy and desperate and completely wrecked—seemed to do something to him.He made a low, rough sound in his throat, something between a groan and a growl. Then his hands moved to my waist, gripping firmly, and in one smooth, powerful motion he lifted me out of the water completely.I gasped as he set me on the edge of the pool, the cool night air hitting my wet skin and making me shiver. The tile was smooth and still warm from the day's sun beneath me. My legs dangled in the water, Dante standing in front of me in the pool, water dripping from his body, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.He looked up at me with those dark, hungry eyes, and I'd never felt more wanted in my entire life.His hands came to my knees. Then slowly—agonizingly slowly—he pushed my thighs apart, opening me up to him.I felt exposed. Vulnerabl

Lia’s POVI nodded against his shoulder, even though I didn't want to move. Didn't want this moment to end.But he was right.We separated reluctantly and Dante helped me out of the pool first, his hands steady on my waist as I found my footing on the wet tile. Then he pulled himself out in one smooth motion, water streaming off his powerful body.My clothes were where I'd left them—a small pile on the stone beside the pool. Dante picked them up and handed them to me, his eyes carefully averted to give me privacy even though he'd just had his face between my legs.The gentleman act would have been funny if it wasn't so endearing.I pulled my t-shirt over my head, the fabric sticking to my still-wet skin. Then I stepped into my shorts, trying to ignore the fact that I was still not wearing a bra and my nipples were very obviously visible through the thin wet cotton.Dante had pulled on his own clothes—dark jeans and that black t-shirt that clung to his damp chest. His hair was still we

Lia's POVThe next morning, I woke up feeling different.Not just physically different—though my body was definitely still humming with residual pleasure from what Dante had done to me last night. But mentally different. Emotionally different.For the first time in longer than I could remember, I felt... confident.After my talk with Joella, something had shifted inside me. Some internal switch had been flipped. I'd spent so long shrinking myself down, making myself smaller, suppressing every desire and need because Rob had convinced me that wanting anything was shameful.But I was done with that.I was done apologizing for having a body that craved touch. Done feeling guilty for being attracted to men who actually wanted me back. Done letting Rob's voice in my head tell me I was a slut for having perfectly normal human desires.If wanting Dante made me a slut, fine. If wanting Victor made me a slut, fine. I'd be a slut. At least I'd be a slut who was finally getting what she needed.

Lia's POVI pushed the door open and stepped inside the gym.The space was larger than I expected—a proper home gym with everything you could possibly need. Weights lined one wall, organized by size. Machines for every muscle group. A treadmill and stationary bike near the windows. Mats for stretching. Mirrors covering an entire wall.And in the middle of it all, Victor.He was facing away from me, setting up for another set, completely unaware of my presence. The muscles in his back shifted as he moved, sweat making his skin gleam under the bright gym lights.I cleared my throat softly.Victor turned immediately, surprise flickering across his face before it settled into something warmer."Lia," he said, and god, the way my name sounded in that deep voice with just a hint of Italian accent made my stomach flip. "Good morning. I didn't expect anyone else to be up this early."His eyes traveled over me—a quick sweep that took in my workout clothes, my ponytail, the flush I knew was sti