My brain didn't get the memo.
I'm halfway down the hall before I realize what I'm doing. My hand reaches for the doorknob. Turns it.
The door swings open.
Dante's head snaps toward me. He's propped against the headboard, phone in hand, wearing my father's sweatpants and nothing else.
"You didn't knock," he says.
"No."
"I could have been naked."
I feel my lips curve. An actual smile. The first one in days.
"Then I guess you got lucky."
His eyes track the smile like he's memorizing it. Like he's never seen one before.
I clear my throat.
"Sophia's sending someone with supplies," I say. "Food. Medical stuff. Whatever we need for the week."
Dante sets his phone on the nightstand. "Okay."
"So if you need anything specific, tell me now. I'm making a list."
He's quiet for a moment. Thinking.
"Chocolate," he says.
I blink.
"What?"
"Chocolate. Dark chocolate. The kind with sea salt if they can find it."
I stare at him.
Dante Castellani. The man with a body that looks like it was carved from stone.
He wants chocolate.
"You eat chocolate," I say. It comes out flat. Disbelieving.
"Yes."
"Dark chocolate with sea salt."
"Yes."
I lean against the doorframe. Cross my arms.
"I thought with a body like that, sugar would be automatically rejected from your system."
His mouth twitches. Almost a smile. "Is that a compliment?"
"It's an observation."
