~WILLOW~
"We spoke about you," I answer him.
"About me?" he asks.
I look down at my hands, unable to look him in the face. It was always hard to look at him when I was this nervous. I don't think Dante understands just the kind of effect he has on me.
"What did he say about me?"
Even though I was no longer looking into his eyes, I could still feel them on me. It didn't make this easier for me.
"I was waiting for you," I admit. "I was hoping that you would come for me. The entire time, I kept looking out for you. Eventually, Ares noticed that I was looking for someone and he correctly assumed it was you.”
I couldn't believe I was telling him all of this. "For some reason, he was convinced that you would be there for me. I don't know why but he was sure that you were coming.”
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