~KYOMI~

My heart rate sped up like it usually did whenever I saw him. What was he doing here?

Dante and his family rarely came to this side of town, they usually had their own favorite hangouts, so what was he doing here?

Could it be to see me?

I immediately shook the thought out of my mind, dismissing it at how crazy it sounded.

He slowly climbed out the motorcycle and tucked his shades inside his white vest hidden behind the leather jacket.

"What is he doing here?" Ben asked as his eyes fell on Dante.

"I don't know." I answered honestly, in fact everyone in the restaurant seemed to be shocked at seeing him here. Of course they were shocked, Dante was someone that was known, somewhat like a celebrity one would say and I was sure that everyone in this room knew that he never came here.

"I think we should leave." Ben said, totally surprising me.

I turned to him, shocked at his words. "We haven't even ordered anything as yet, why would we leave?" I asked.

"Wherever Dante goes trouble follows right after, you should know this." He said as he fidgeted with the menu in his hands.

He didn't get to finish as Dante approached us, totally surprising me once more.

Without warning he grabbed a chair from a nearby table and took a seat right next to us. "Well if it isn't Ben Chadwick."

Was I missing something here? For it seemed like these two had something personal going on by the way they glared at each other. Well it was more Ben glaring at Dante while Dante wore a smirk on his face.

"Why are you here Dante?" Ben asked, the irritation in his voice impossible to miss.

"Is there a sign somewhere that says I can't be here?"

Ben's entire face turned red at his question and he said something else afterwards, something I didn't hear for Dante's hands were now somehow between my legs, slightly glazing my thɨġhs.

I held in the gasp that threatened to escape at being touched by him again, why did it always feel this good?

And why did it always leave me wanting plenty more?

I was sure my face was red as I turned to Dante but he wasn't looking at me, he was concentrating on whatever Ben was saying and it was frustrating me!

I tried to shove his hand away but that only made him grip my thɨġhs tighter, squeezing gently and causing my eyes to roll back in my head.

God!

What was wrong with me?