Danica
I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in Ignazio's bed, surrounded by the soft, luxurious sheets and the warm, comforting scent of his cologne.
I can’t even remember how I got here, I must have dosed off in the shower. I felt a gaze on me just as I stirred.
I turned my head, and my heart skipped a beat. Ignazio was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at me with a lazy, sexy smile.
His hair was mussed, his eyes sleepy, and his chest bare. I couldn't help but drink in the sight of him, my pulse racing with excitement.
"Good morning," he whispered, his voice low and husky.
I smiled, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. "Good morning," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ignazio's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "You're even
