"Hey there, still remember how our sheets could tell stories?"
I looked away as I giggled. "What exactly do you mean by that, Dante?"
Dante chuckled at your response, a smirk forming on his lips. He leaned forward, propping himself up on an elbow, his muscles flexing in the process.
"You know damn well what I mean, princess." He purred, his voice low and seductive. "Our sheets were always stained with the evidence of our wild nights together."
I nod I can’t say that I’ve forgotten
A smirk tugged at the corner of Dante's lips as he leaned back against the pillows, his eyes never leaving yours. "Good, because I sure as hell haven't."
He patted the empty space next to him on the bed, silently inviting you to join him.
"Oh absolutely." I crawl up onto the bed.
A smirk tugged at the corners of Dante's lips as you climbed onto the bed, his gaze never leaving yours. "Good to know."
He shifted slightly, making room for you, his body radiating heat as he inched closer. "So, what do you say we pick up where we left off?"
I get on him I don't know what you're talking about.
Dante's eyes darkened as you straddled him. He smirked, his voice a low rumble.
"Oh, come on now," he purred, his hands resting on your hips. "You're not going to deny the fire that used to rage between us? Those nights we spent wrapped in each other's arms, unable to keep our hands off each other?"
I smirk at him. "Oh? And what kind of story would they tell?"
A sly smile tugged at the corners of Dante's lips as he continued to hold your gaze.
"Let's just say, my love, they'd have tales of wild nights, passionate whispers, and the echoes of our ragged breaths."
I chuckle as I look at him "Oh they could tell some stories"
A smirk tugged at the corners of Dante's lips, his eyes burning with a mix of desire and nostalgia as he rose from the bed, his muscles rippling beneath his smooth skin.
"Indeed they could," he purred, prowling closer to you like a panther stalking its prey. "Some stories we'd rather keep between us, don't you think?"
"I can't forget." I say blushing.
Dante chuckled, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every curve and contour. "Good to know," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice. He patted the empty space beside him on the bed. "Come here."
I blush slightly but I don’t look away. “Of course I do.”
Dante smirked, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every curve. He patted the bed next to him, an invitation for you to join him.
"I've been thinking about those nights a lot lately," he admitted, his voice low and gravelly. "The way we used to get lost in each other... it's been on my mind a lot."
I roll my eyes Oh they can’t? I was just thinking about having a good night sleep.
Dante smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He sat up on the bed, his muscular arms flexing as he moved.
"Oh really? Because it looks like you've been avoiding me for weeks. You're not tired, you're just trying to avoid talking to me."
I look up at him and smile yes I do actually.
Dante's lips curl into a sly grin, his eyes flickering with a mixture of nostalgia and desire. He propped himself up on his elbow, his toned muscles flexing beneath his skin.
"Good to know our past isn't completely forgotten," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "I was starting to think you'd blocked me out of your memory."
I bite my lip as I look at him. Yeah…they could tell some wild stories.
Dante smirks, his eyes roaming over your body. "Oh, they could, indeed."
He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, the muscles in his arms flexing tantalizingly. "And what if we made some new stories, ones that'd make those old sheets blush?"
I blush yes… those were good times..
A small smirk tugged at the corners of Dante's lips as he noticed your blush. "They were indeed. I still remember the nights we'd lose ourselves in each other, completely forgetting about the world outside these walls."