Chapter 26: 26. Aunt

Tanya's POV

Clad in pink sweatpants and a black crop top, I'm propped on the bed, a book in hand as I await Dante's return from the bathroom. I'd had my bath when he went down to greet his aunt and so there I was reading because he insisted I go nowhere near her except he's by me.

Speak of the devil, he emerged from the bathroom in a towel, steam surrounding him and his hair sticking to his face from the heat. "Take a picture."

"Shut up," I scoffed and aimed to hide my blush when he caught me staring.

"The truth hurts," he countered and went to select his attire of faded jeans and a black vest.

"It won't if it isn't," I argued and bit my lip at the image of his sculptured ass as he got rid of the towel.

"Your words not mine." He shrugged, his back to me as he pulled on his jeans and tugged on the vest.

"Is this what you are wearing?" He lifted a brow, sighting my outfit.

"Any problem?" I cocked my head to the side and asked.