“I read your story.” I tried to sound causal.
“And?”
“Crafted better than a box of exotic Bolivian seashell truffles. Sweeter than a cup of Peruvian hot chocolate.”
“You liked it?” Dante let out a giant sigh. “Claudia, I was never in on Beatrice’s game. After she sent me her strange request, I knew I never wanted to have anything to do with her. I never responded, but she kept texting me. I never meant to hurt you, I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too, I just never believed that I was good enough for you. I should have let you explain.”
“Not good enough? Then you can’t see what I see.” Dante leaned over the table and brought his lips to mine. Electricity surged through me as our lips met. I gave into the kiss. It was sweeter than white chocolate truffles. “I love you, Claudia.”
“I love you, too.” Saying those words, and believing that I was actually good enough for Dante was sweet surrender.