CHAPTER 29
SALVATORE D’ALESSIO
I woke up to a warm breath against my neck. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was my angel—her face nestled in the crook of my neck, her soft breath tickling my skin. A small smile tugged at my lips without permission.
Carefully, I slid my palm over her cheek, thumb tracing her flawless skin. She was so soft, so delicate—her tiny body fitting perfectly against my bulky one. I loved it.
Her long black hair was tousled, yet somehow still perfect. Sleeping peacefully in my arms like a sleeping beauty cradled by the devil himself. And the devil? He wanted to hold her like this forever.
Honestly, I was falling—for a stubborn, angelic teenage girl.
I kept watching her with a lazy smile until my phone buzzed, shattering the moment.
My smile faded,
