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His grin lights up my entire field of vision. “Maybe we should check out the shower?”
* * *
We thoroughly wash each other down in the shower.
When we’re both freshly towel dried, he asks, “Room service?”
We pick out some items and snuggle into the bed in our fluffy robes while we wait for our food.
Dante has a chagrined look on his face. “I intended to eatbeforeI jumped you.”
“I jumped you,” I correct him.
“Jumped each other?” he amends.
I kiss him on the nose. “I think I prefer to eat after anyway.”
“Good, because I worked up an appetite trying to hold back and last more than two seconds inside your delicious pussy.”
“Has it really been years since you’ve been with anyone?” I ask skeptically.
Dante blushes. “Yeah. Since I made the mistake of hooking up with Chara.”
“Did you get a room for her too?” I ask, more curious than jealous.
“What?” He laughs. “You are the first person who I have done anything like this for.”
“Oh.” I squeeze him in a tight hug. “You are the first person who really cared to do anything like this for me or make sure I enjoyed it.”
“Well, at least we have that as a first, and… I’ve never told anyone I loved them before,” he confesses.
“Really?” I sit up. “Me either! Even when I thought I was into someone, I didn’t say it.”
Dante claims my lips again, like a man possessed. Wow, this guy can kiss.
We settle back into the bed and talk about our lives before becoming Karma’s agents.
“Youactuallylived on the streets?” he asks.
“Yeah. I couch surfed when I could with acquaintances, but that’s dangerous too. I had a few guys who wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
Dante curses and pulls me tightly against his chest. “I wish I could have been there for you then.”
“We were different people.” I shrug. “You were from an upper-middle-class family. You wouldn’t have even noticed me, or if you did, you probably would have thought I was a delinquent. To be honest, I was.”
“Maybe I would have.” He gazes at me. “But I would like to think I would haveseenyou.”
“Perhaps. Thankfully, Carmen saw me. She helped me get a skill set with reading tarot cards and develop mysight. I got gigs for parties and at festivals, making alegalincome. Carmen was the first and only person to tell me I was worth anything. If it wasn’t for her, I might not have made it to my twenties.”
“Damn. Your parents weren’t there for you at all?” he asks.
“I don’t want to go too deeply into it, but they were selfish, and I was always either an afterthought or a nuisance.”
“My parents pretended to be good people, but they weren’t loving. My dad was an outright dick to me, but everyone thought he was great. My mom never defended me. I’m happy to hear Carmen helped you.” Dante squeezes me, and I soak up all the love and compassion he offers me.
“She was the only good thing to happen to me on the streets,” I say, remembering how rough it was to be on my own.
“You don’t know what happened to her now?” Dante asks, concern for my mentor in his voice.
