Isabella's POV
I mumbled something unintelligible as I shifted, warmth pressing against my cheek. It felt...nice. Soft but firm at the same time. Comforting, even. My fingers absently traced over the surface, wow it has segments, thick, what's this little thing, my fingers circled around a little dot.
I sighed, a small smile forming on my lips.
Wait.
Warm?
My eyes snapped open, and my smile dropped instantly as I was greeted with the sight of Alessio’s bare chest rising and falling rhythmically.
And my fingers on his n*****s.
What. The. Hell.
I jerked up, my movements frantic. My hand flew to my mouth as I touched my lips, hoping I hadn’t drooled in my sleep. God, that would be embarrassing.
Alessio shifted slightly, and I froze. He didn’t wake, though. His features were relaxed,
