My hands trembled slightly as I toweled my skin dry after the quick shower. The thought of Dante in the other room waiting...it did something to me. My skin grew very sensitive, and the coarse feel of the towel didn't help matters. 

Since I didn't want to wear the dress I'd just taken off again, I simply wrapped the towel around myself, and stepped out of the bathroom. 

Dante was sitting on the couch on the other side of the room. A tray of food was in front of him. He looked up when I stepped out, his gaze closing in on my exposed skin. 

Dante's eyes travelled downward slowly,...