Rosalia
I wake up feeling happier than I ever thought possible. Angelo is still asleep beside me, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting slivers of light over our bed. Just that thought makes me smile. Our bed.
Sometime during the night, I must have rolled onto my side, and Angelo followed suit. I feel him spooned against me, still naked, and I notice he's aroused. His warmth presses against my lower back, his lips lightly brushing against my shoulder with each steady breath, tousling my hair. When I shift back slightly against him, unable to resist, he groans softly in his sleep—a deep sound that ignites a wave of desire within me.
Gently, I turn in his embrace to face him, reaching up to brush his hair away from his cheek as I stretch. I feel the soreness in m
