Nighttime lingerie was a guilty pleasure of hers. They made her feel feminine and beautiful. As soon as she’d started earning, she had splurged on gowns and baby dolls to sleep in, and on the nights Dante had come to visit her, she’d broken out the special ones she reserved for the occasion, only to have him whip it off her. But it was that momentary pleasure, that flare of desire in his eyes that made it worth it.
