Dante
I had been hopelessly, recklessly in love with my best friend’s older brother, Dante. The kind of love that sneaks into your bones and refuses to leave. But when I finally gathered the courage to confess, he shut me down gently—too gently—telling me I was nothing more than his little sister’s friend. It had been weeks since then. Weeks of pretending I was fine, of rehearsing indifference in the mirror. And then tonight happened. I was in an upscale bar, the kind filled with low lighting and expensive perfume, letting a complete stranger spin me across the dance floor—losing myself on purpose—when the door opened. And there he was. Dante. Walking in like he owned the night, surrounded by his usual crowd, completely unaware that my world had just tilted all over again
About Dante
I had been hopelessly, recklessly in love with my best friend’s older brother, Dante. The kind of love that sneaks into your bones and refuses to leave. But when I finally gathered the courage to confess, he shut me down gently—too gently—telling me I was nothing more than his little sister’s friend. It had been weeks since then. Weeks of preten...Read more