there was always that what if, the danger of sleeping with someone you had truly become this attached to and if he was just any other guy there wouldn’t be anything to worry about. but dante had become a problem in hart’s life, one that even caused trouble for her ex boyfriend at the time, god if only he knew what the two of them had gotten themselves into nearly the moment she broke up with travis...he’d probably lose his mind. hart didn’t like that he knew her so well because it gave him a weird power over her, being able to read her and it was frustrating to the girl. guys had tried to make her jealous before but none of those had honestly worked before cause she could easily find someone else to entertain her that night…but with dante she didn’t want anyone else ❝ and you’re so full of yourself if you think i’m jealous over you wanting to fuck some dumb girl.❞ she muttered rather bitterly. hart wasn’t enjoying the fact he had the upper hand right now, thinking he held the power and that he was just going to make her crack. it was fucking annoying because it was working. hart rolls her eyes, hands sliding up his frame until they stop gently at either side of his neck, dark eyes looking up into his own as she draws closer to the male. ❝ maybe because you’re still here with me and not over there…— or it could be because you haven’t been able to take your eyes off of me the entire time you’ve been talking about her. but i don’t know dante, if you wanna play this little game then go ahead but i doubt you’d be too happy if i was brushing up against another guy like this? ❞ her nose brushes against his own, lips inches away from one another as she takes his hand and moves it to her side where her skin meets the edge of the mini dress she’s wearing. ❝ his hands on me like this? knowing he gets to rip this dress off me the second i ask him if he wants to get out of here.❞ she wouldn’t admit she was jealous, not with her words at least but she would remind him just how much they wanted one another. it wasn’t just about the sex, it never would be with dante and yes the thought of him with another girl made her sick but this was the only way she could express that without slipping up into the emotional part, they had to play these games or things would get ugly. hart pulls away from him fully, smirk on her lips as eyes stare back into his. ❝ but if she’s what you want tonight…❞
attachments were a dangerous thing, he was quick to discover that, despite hart being the only person he’d ever developed an attachment to. she often infiltrated his mind at the most inopportune times, and dante found himself growing increasingly frustrated by it. how had he been so careless ? he was far from prepared to admit to such feelings, however, he’d much rather put on his usual uncaring front, it was what was best for both of them as far as he was concerned. feelings complicated things so much, and they lead to potential heartbreak. dante didn’t want to hurt hart, but he was also not so keen on getting hurt himself, either. he chuckled, shaking his head incredulously. ❝ you can deny it all you want, hart, but i can read you like an open book. whether you like it or not, i know you. ❞ he knew he should’ve let it go, should’ve tried to fall into some type of comfortable normal where they just danced around their feelings and buried them in meaningless hookups, but he was determined to get hart to admit to being jealous. perhaps it was because he wanted that confirmation, and he didn’t want to be the first person to admit to anything. he knew he wasn’t mistaken, but he had the need to hear her say it herself, it was the satisfaction he craved. despite knowing her quite well, the fact she was quick to try and turn the tables to her own favor caught him off guard, dante wasn’t so thrilled with that. he didn’t like being made to feel jealous, he preferred being the reason people were jealous. he grit his teeth at hart’s taunting, doing his best not to display any emotions externally. the last thing dante wanted to do was give her the satisfaction of knowing that she’d gotten under his skin. though, that was easier said than done. he couldn’t deny that the very thought of her being touched by someone that wasn’t him ignited a fury within him, a jealous rage that he’d never felt for anyone but her. once he was certain he had himself ( mostly ) under control, a smirk spread across dante’s lips as he kept his gaze fixated on hart. ❝ sure, you could do that, but i guarantee you wouldn’t have nearly as much fun as you do with me. ❞ nails scraped against her skin, his breath hitching slightly as she leaned in closer, luring him in, but not giving him what he wanted. ❝ mmm .... --- but then you’d be pissed off at him if he ripped it off. i know how much you love your clothes, ❞ he spoke, his voice calm despite the irritated feelings he was currently experiencing. ❝ why are you playing these games, hart ? all you have to do is admit that you’re jealous, then we can get out of here. ❞
