Trent gave me a sad smile. "I keep telling you what I need," he said, extending his legs in front of him and hauling me over onto his lap so I was straddling him. "I need you, Chloe. Touching you, kissing you, holding you, making love to you all those are tangible things that let me know this is real. That you're real. That this isn't all some sick game Dante's still playing with me."
He'd told me more than once that he wanted it to be just us for a few days, to forget about everything else for a little while. I thought it was because he missed me and wanted to be alone with me, but it was more than that. He needed to be able to ground himself in reality again, to know without a shadow of a doubt that I was really here with him, that I was safe, that Dante wasn't going to rip me away from him.