Chapter 7It had been an odd week. Dante saw Noelle nearly every night, but the furthest it ever went between the two of them was some kissing and heavy petting. He wanted more. He sensed she wanted more. But neither one of them ever pushed for anything more. He felt like a teenager again, in not quite a good way. But at the same time, he was growing more and more comfortable with her. Sometimes, when they were together, it was easy to forget they had ever been apart.
That was scary, but okay, too. Dante didn’t like to dwell on the past. Dwelling on the past wasn’t the way to get ahead. Something had gone very wrong. Noelle considered her options, thought about what the relationship was worth to her, and did something to fix it. He would always respect anybody who had enough backbone to ge
