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Eleni Despite how tired he seemed a moment ago, Dante comes alive when I kiss him. He grips my hips like the last anchor in a storm, and I undulate against him like the waves he’s trying to hold on through. I don’t know what to do with this warmth in my chest. It’s something more permanent than love, more certain. So I just wrap myself around him, slide my hands into his hair, and try to find a place where everything makes sense to me again. Dante pulls back. “I’m a little sore tonight. I don’t know if I have the whole routine in me.” That home-warmth flares. “Okay,” I say. “I don’t mind.” He smiles against my lips. “I love you.” “I love you too.” A giggle bursts from my lips. “Do you want me to…?” Dante trails his kisses away from my mouth, down my neck. “Only if you need it. I’m h
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