Re: Erin/Dante
Dante hated that Erin found him amusing, or charming, or whatever the hell it was she was smiling about. He frowned in response, almost demanding to know what the hell was so funny. Of course he knew what was funny- he was. He sounded like a stupid, stammering moron.
The feel of her fingers in his hair sent a chill down his spine, which sent electricity racing to his fingertips, shockin Erin a little bit. Like most men, his neck was a very sensitive spot, and he fought the flush creeping up his neck and onto his face with every fiber of his being. "Roger came here," he explained, sounding annoyed even though it wasn't because of the question. He just felt stupid. "Wesley's... whatever. Anyway. Didn't expect to stay. But I knew you'd be here so-" He bit the end of that sentence off, clamping his mouth shut. Didn't want her thinking he was here specifically for her, even though he was.