Dante was shirtless. Ever so gently, Dante ran his thumb down the scab line. Xxx She sat up with a groan, her body creaked and cracked. She slipped into her bra and thong before pulling her shorts up and a plain black, tight t-shirt over her head. The right wall was bare. Angel shivered, feeling his breath roll across the tender skin of her pubic area. He had set them out on the bathroom sink. The sheer lace sleeves, the straps that attached a black fabric choker, the whole dress was beautiful, despite its provocative suggestions. When she opened the bathroom door, Dante was there, one hand out as if he was about to open the door himself. She heard voices in the living room.
