Book 3: Country Air

Eleni

“Let me get that.” Dante swoops into my path and tries to grab the full plate of pasta out of my hands.

I hold on with a small smile. “I’ve been walking for two days. I think I can handle carrying my own dinner.”

“You are stubborn.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Can I take your glass instead?”

I nod, and he lets go. He’s been doting on me for the last three days, barely letting me do anything.

It’s sweet, but it’s also driving me insane. I pad from the kitchen into the living room and sit on the couch. Dante’s pasta and his glass of wine wait on the coffee table. I set mine next to his, and a moment later, he appears with my glass of sparkling apple juice. We both look at it for a moment. Dr. Fletcher hasn’t called yet. I haven’t gotten my period yet. Without talking about it, Dante and I both agreed I’m not going to drink until we know one way or the other.

“What do you want to watch tonight?” I ask, shattering the spell.<