Waking up the next day. I'm deliciously sore. Last night was pretty magical. We ended up making love nearly all night with short naps in-between. Being in Dante's arms felt right and natural. I felt whole again, which was a relief from the dark emptiness I'd felt for the last three days. Rolling over, I see Dante still sleeping. He looks so peaceful in his slumber. Looking at his overly good-looking face, I felt my heart beat wildly in my chest. I feel that I won't be able to lie to myself anymore. I know the feelings I keep feeling stirring are definitely love. But for some reason, I still feel the need to protect myself. I think partially I feel that way because of how Anya is handling it all and the fact it all doesn't seem real. It feels as if I would be betraying her somehow for me to
