I think I dozed off again, because the next time I woke up, Dante was half sitting up, legs stretched out beside me, my head on his chest, and he was on his phone.
“What time is it?” I asked sleepily, curling in tighter to his side.
“Ten thirty.”
My eyes flew open, and I looked up at him. “Shit! Do you have somewhere you should be?”
“Nope.” He gave me that grin. “You?”
“Nope.” I pushed myself into a sitting position. “Coffee?”
“I will love you forever if you make me coffee,” he said with a seriousness that I wasn’t sure if he was telling me he already loved me, and it was far too soon for those thoughts to be crowding in my head.
“Okay, gimme a minute.”
Dante nodded and picked up his phone again, and I felt suddenly self-conscious as I realized I was still naked and I needed the bathroom.
“You cover up and I’ll spank you,” he said without looking away from his phone. “You’ve nothing to hide, I’ve seen you, fucked you, and tasted every inch of you, Sav.” His eyes flicked to mine. “You don’t need to be self-conscious.”
I hesitated. “Well, not all of us look like you, and aren’t used to parading around naked in front of all your teammates.” I reached for my PJ top and pulled it on.
Dante’s brows raised with amusement. “What kind of fantasies do you have about the male locker rooms?” he asked me.
“Shut up.” I got my shorts and stepped into them. “I’m making coffee.” I headed to the door, then turned around. “Right after the bathroom.”
His low chuckle made me grin like an idiot as I locked the door. When I was done, I hastily brushed my teeth, and then I sneaked into the kitchen, hoping Bev was asleep, and quickly set up the coffee machine.
By the time I went back into my bedroom, Dante was wearing his jeans and sitting with his back to the wall, long legs stretched out, and feet on the floor.
“God, that smells good,” he murmured as I handed him a mug.
“I don’t know if you take—”
“Black. The only way it’s supposed to be drunk.”
“Of course you would be a black-coffee drinker,” I murmured, sitting at my desk. I took a sip of my coffee, not ashamed of my French vanilla-flavored creamer.
“So, your mom’s alive?”
I blinked. “Um, yes. Very much so. Did you think she’d died?”
“Well...” He looked at me. “You never mentioned her.”
“I’ve only known you for a few weeks,” I reminded him dryly.
“Yeah, but you’re so worried about your dad, I just figured she was out of the picture. Or dead.” He shrugged. “You’re not someone who I could see someone walking away from willingly, so I figured, you know...”
“Dead.” A dead mom? Did I give off those vibes?
“Sorry?” He drank his coffee, and I knew what was coming next, so I saved him from the awkwardness.
“My mom and dad are still married. She’s a neurosurgeon in L.A. She’s very good,” I added grudgingly. “She likes to think she and my dad have anopenrelationship.” I saw his frown. “She fucks around a lot,” I explained. “He says it’s because of the high pressure of her job, I say it’s because she’s a tramp.” I gave him a tight smile when his eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Dad forgave her when he caught her a few years ago. So they’re together, but not.”
“Heforgave her,” Dante said as he set his mug down. “You not so much?”
“I don’t like liars.”
He nodded. “I know.” He kept watching me. “So, you guys don’t talk?”
