Dante was better to Eve than he ever was throughout the past few weeks.

He loved seeing her deep in the ecstasy that she buried herself in while he was around. He loved it that he could sneak up behind her and kiss her neck, whispering to her. He loved it that she would lean against his shoulder and talk to him. He loved her.

He loved her, but he wanted more! He saw part of Eve in Gabby, he saw part of her in every girl he ever liked. He wanted every bit of Eve, he wanted every girl that was like Eve in any way.

He needed Eve, but wanted more of her.

Eve was practically the perfect drug for Dante, and he would want to get as much of a high off of her as possible.