Author's POV After that rainy moment and the kiss, Dante had actually wanted them to do more—to have sex probably, but Jem stopped him immediately. Dante started bleeding from his wound in his stomach, and he had completely ignored it and still wanted them to continue, even to the point of having sex, but Jem didn’t let it happen. Jem had pushed him back immediately, more forcefully than he normally would have, his hands pressing against Dante’s chest as he tried to break the moment apart. But Dante was so lost he pinned Jem down and tried to undress him. “No,” Jem had said sharply, breath still unsteady, his voice more firm than he expected. “Stop it. You’re bleeding.” Dante barely reacted at first, like he was still caught in the same momentum, like his mind hadn’t fully accepted the interruption. But Jem didn’t let it continue. He grabbed Dante properly this time, steadier, more certain, and pulled him away from him completely. “You’re not even thinking,” Jem continued, frus
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