Kimmy’s POV
“He’s not, he’s wearing a towel,” I smirked.
Dante stood up. “Kimmy, did he… touch you?”
“Why is it any concern of yours?” I asked.
“Kimmy, tell me. Did he touch you?” Dante demanded.
“No, he didn’t,” I explained. “He stayed to look after me because I got hammered last night. Are you...