Mena
The morning light entered the window as it did every morning, and I woke up. Alessio who was still asleep, had his arms around me.
It was a first. I had never seen him sleep, better yet, he was never in the room by the time I would wake up.
I couldn't help but smile as I studied his peaceful face, listening to his soft snores. He looked so innocent in his sleep, like he couldn’t do any person harm.
It was no wonder he was tired. I couldn’t keep counts of the rounds we had throughout out the night. I was certain my whole body ached, but it was worth it.
I had no regrets, and it was worth every moment, every touch. Alessio had shown me what it meant to enjoy it. With Anson, I would die inside hoping it would soon be over—but with Alessio, I never wanted it to end.
The way he took
