You have no idea how sexy you are. I didn’t care. That was the secret to Dante’s sexual power over me. Every single aspect of his person robbed me of thought, of the ability to self-criticize. My habitual voice of doubt and loathing was drowned in his scent, in the rough scrape of his deep voice against my senses and his skin on my skin. I was lost in him, less myself and more myself than I had ever been.
