Without even thinking it through, I stood up. My socks slid a little on the hardwood floor as I walked to my bedroom door and peeked out into the hallway. It was quiet. The kind of quiet that made your heart beat a little faster, like you were sneaking around even if you weren’t doing anything wrong yet.

My gaze drifted down the hall.

Dante’s room.

I hesitated. My fingers curled around the edge of my doorframe.

I shouldn’t go in there. I knew that.

It was his personal space. He probably wouldn’t like it if he found out I’d been snooping. But… he was out. And I was curious....