It was still very early in the morning.
Soft sunlight slipped quietly through the curtains, painting the room in a warm golden glow. The air was calm, peaceful — the kind of silence that only came before the world fully woke up.
I felt Alessandro’s hand moving slowly around my body.
I was still sleepy, drifting between dreams and reality, but I couldn’t help the soft sound that escaped my lips.
A quiet moan.
His touch was gentle, unhurried, as if he was afraid to wake me but couldn’t resist being close. His fingers traced lightly along my waist, pulling me a little closer against his chest.
I let out a slow breath and shifted slightly in his arms.
“Alessandro…” I murmured softly, my voice thick with sleep.
He leaned closer behind me, his warm breath brushing against my neck.
“Good
