Kimmy’s POV

“He’s not, he’s wearing a towel,” I smirked.

Dante stood up. “Kimmy, did he… touch you?”

“Why is it any concern of yours?” I asked.

“Kimmy, tell me. Did he touch you?” Dante demanded.

“No, he didn’t,” I explained. “He stayed to look after me because I got hammered last night. Are you happy?”

“Extremely,” he said, crouching down in front of me. “Kimmy, I wish I can take back saying yes to the studio, but I can’t. I just don’t want it to ruin us. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Dante, you already have,” I pointed out.

“What?” Dante questioned, a look of fear in his...