Chapter Six
Gabrielle’s Diary—October 2nd
Denny’s place is pretty cool. At least it’s away from everything. I like old buildings. He says he’s going to fix it up like one of those posh city lofts. I can see the possibilities—plenty of crumbling brick walls, gargoyles in the corner he lifted from some excavation site, and wood floors. They feel like dancing floors, but I’m not sure why. I’ve never danced.
He’s in my mind all the time, not Geordy—I can’t even remember his face — but Dante. I don’t think it’s even Dante’s face that’s in my mind but his body, his hips, the muscles in his arms holding me to him while I’m over his lap—like it matters. Why do I think of him? Why do I remember how he lambasted me in front of Penny and Hunter, and cringe like it arouses me? Why, when I’m m****
