Matteo POV
Matteo carefully placed the little vase—containing a single rose—next to the plate of pancakes he’d just made, with a glass of champagne on the side. He glanced over the scene once more before picking up the present he’d gotten for Elizabeth’s birthday.
It had been a few days since their fight—a fight he’d replayed in his mind more than a few times. Not to relive the negative emotions, but to savor the pride he’d felt for the special woman sleeping in his bed upstairs. The way she hadn’t backed down, getting right in his face—her finger poking into his chest. Even the memory of it was a turn-on. She was exactly what he needed—someone who wouldn’t put up with his bullshit.
It felt new and refreshing. And the s*x afterward... the way she made it clear she forgave him—that she t
