MORNING RITUALS
The first thing I noticed was the light.
Soft. Golden. Streaming through windows I’d forgotten to cover before collapsing into bed somewhere around midnight.
The second thing I noticed was the smell of coffee.
I sat up. Disoriented. The bed too big, the room too unfamiliar, everything slightly wrong until memory caught up.
The penthouse. Our new home. We’d moved in yesterday.
I found a robe silk, expensive, something Dante must have bought and followed the coffee smell to the kitchen.
Luca was at the island. Still in his dinosaur pajamas. Bowl of cereal in front of him. Legs swinging.
Dante stood at the stove. Bare feet. Gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. White t-shirt that did nothing to hide the muscle beneath.
He looked domestic like a child in his comfort.
