I blew a raspberry and continued eating my food. I practically shoveled it into my mouth so I didn’t have to respond.
When I’d cleared the plate, I glanced up to find him trying to hold back a grin. “You done avoiding my comment now?”
“Oh my God.” I grabbed my plate and went to put it in the sink. “You could just drop it.”
“Fine.” He rubbed his head and got up, testing the softness of the bed by pressing his large hand against it. “Guess it has good bouncing power.”
Maybe it was because I felt like we needed to kill the awkwardness between us, or maybe I needed to just lighten the damn mood, but instead of agreeing with him, I shoved him hard. He fell into the plush pillows. Or glided. I knew he’d let me because Dante was practically immovable when he wanted to be.
I jumped up on the bed and sprung up and down, with him lying there. He looked up at me as I said, “Soft, huh?”
“You look like you did when you were about twelve.” He put both his hands behind his head as he lay there.
I plopped down next to him and stared at his big body taking up half the bed. Muscle on muscle on muscle. The tattoos on his neck peeked out from his collar. I didn’t know what was farther down, on his chest. Never got a chance to really look since he got inked, but now my fingers itched to peel back the shirt and see.
I sighed and smoothed the sheets under me instead, busying myself with nonexistent wrinkles. “I don’t feel twelve anymore. And I have a lot more responsibility. Like for this hotel. I’ll pay you back somehow because this is…”
Suddenly, my throat tightened up and relief washed over me. I had a full belly of good food, wasn’t alone, and was free from jail. I hadn’t figured out everything with my sister, but in this hotel, with Dante, I felt a lot safer. Going out on my own after being surrounded by family had been scarier than I’d ever expected.
I struggled not to burst into tears.
You don’t realize how close to the edge you’re living until someone pulls you away from it.
“I’m really, truly thankful,” I whispered through the knot that had taken root in my throat.
“Lamb, pretty girl, what’s wrong?”
I wrinkled my nose. “No sweet names, Dante. You’ll make me believe them and cry.”
“I only say what I mean.”
Dante was too good a guy and had always been a charmer. Did he saypretty girlto most women? Did he believe that about all of them?
I breathed out a heavy sigh. “I think I’m just overwhelmed. I didn’t realizeuntil now. I’ve wanted so badly to do all this alone and have something of my own. It’s been hard to adjust sometimes, though. And now, this. It feels like a blessing and a curse at the same time.”
“Curse, why?” He frowned at me like he couldn’t understand that anything could be wrong.
“Well, for one, jail. What am I supposed to say to everyone here? I’m supposed to be gone for days.”
“Stay holed up here and be gone, then.”
I nodded. It couldn’t be that easy, though. I picked at my nails as I thought about it all. “I said such nasty things to Izzy, Dante. And now she’s stuck in there.”
“She’ll forgive you,” he said and pulled at a strand of my hair. “And she wants to be stuck. You forget how strong the Hardy girls are, huh? And remember, not only are you strong, but it’s pretty much impossible not to forgive you.”
His stare was on me, but it looked far away as he rubbed the tress between his thumb and a finger. He’d done the same exact thing the first night we’d shared together.
It made me want to throw all my cards on the table and address the elephant in the room so we could move on. “Do you forgive me for everything?”
He smirked at me and lifted a dark eyebrow. “What was it that you did that I need to forgive you for, Lilah?”
I shoved his shoulder and then fell back on the bed to stare at the ceiling. We both lay there, the chandelier above our heads shining crystal clear down at us. Someone definitely cleaned this room every day—and a lot more thoroughly than the one I’d been staying in.
I cleared my throat, hoping to clear the air between us too. “You know exactly what I did. I shouldn’t have acted like we were just casually hooking up the first time, and I shouldn’t have stopped responding to your emails. I’m sorry for that.”
He nodded, like he was waiting for me to continue.
“In my defense, the first time … Well, you would have said no if I’d texted you what I wanted.”