The Wounded Love novel Chapter 45

"Oh, do you?" He didn't button up his shirt but he also didn't take it off.

"You don't like me anymore." I stated, with a pout. "Usually you jump at the opportunity but now you're pushing me away. Why don't you like me?

"Of course I still like you. I like you more than you know." He laughed again. "I just have no idea what you're on right now or where you've been. Besides, I don't want you to think I'm taking of advantage of you. It would be like the whole Angela stealing Nick's sperm thing all over again."

"Um no, not even close. Even though I love the way you put that, no. Firstly I do not have sperm, and secondly I have absolutely no problem with you taking advantage of me, even though you can't even call it that because I am the one asking you to do me. Also for the tenth time, I told you I ate the cookies!"

Dante laughed and laughed and laughed.

"Haha, Skyla is hilarious." I rolled my eyes. "Unless you're putting me in handcuffs, let go of my hands."

His eyes went wide along with his smile. "You're freaky, Skyla."

"I am not freaky." I scoffed, standing up. Dante steadied me so I wouldn't fall over.

"You can't even stand up straight but you want to have sex with me?"

"Nope. You can f@ck yourself. I'm going up stairs." I tried to make it to the door, but Dante stopped me.

"With your luck your going to fall down an elevator shaft or drown in the bath tub."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I want my coffin to be painted purple."

Dante bit down on those gorgeous lips of his trying to suppress a smile. "Stay here."

"Fine, but can you unzip my dress?" I was in desperate need of a shower. I smelled bad and was just hot. Dante hesitated.

I groaned in frustration. "I won't seduce you, you big meathead. I want to shower."

The shower felt good, but it would've better if it were a bubble bath. I rubbed his manly smelling soaps all over me, they smelled really good. Maybe if I used his shampoo my hair would be just as soft and silky as his was.

There was one time where Dante asked if I was still alive. He said that he was worried because I had stopped singing. I didn't realize I was actually being that loud. So I got out of the shower dried off, and put on his oversized t-shirt. I guess he brought it in while I was showering.

My hair was dripping wet and it didn't seem to dry, so I had to put it into a ponytail. I danced around in front of the mirror for a few minutes just for the fun of it. I looked kind of crazy.

I heard Dante throw himself down onto the bed so I walked out of the bathroom and laid down next to him. "Hello." I was grinning from ear to ear.

"Hi." He laughed, giving me a look that confirmed I was in fact crazy. He could push me out of the bed and I'd probably still laugh, because everything was just so funny to me.

"You look cold." Dante observed, pulling me to his chest.

"I am." I said laying my head down on his arm. A wave of sleepiness suddenly washed over me. It became a pain to keep my eyes opened.