Catherine's POV
I stood in the center of Dante's room, the music still thrumming through the floorboards, but my mind was a chaotic mess of static. I looked up at him, at the way he stood there with such effortless confidence but every time I closed my eyes, it was Julian I saw.
Julian was on my mind, together with the fact that he discarded me. I was tired of being the one who waited. I was tired of being the one who pined for someone who had already chosen a side. I looked at Dante and felt a sudden, desperate urge to just move on. I wanted to overwrite the memory of Julian's touch with something else.
"Dante," I whispered, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears.
He tilted his head, his dark eyes never leaving mine. "Yeah?"
"Kiss me."
