Elizabeth POV
Elizabeth quietly crept out of Matteo’s bed, but when her foot hit the floor, she yelped in surprise as his strong arm snaked around her and pulled her in bed—her back against his warm chest.
“Where are you going?” He murmured—his voice heavy with sleep.
“I’m getting breakfast started,” She smiled, leaning down to kiss his biceps.
“Hmm, they can make their own damn breakfast, you keep those lips planted firmly on my body,”
Elizabeth chuckled. “I want to double-check if I wrapped all the presents and put them under the tree.”
“s**t,” Matteo grumbled, “presents. I totally forgot.”
“Don’t worry, I got one for everyone. I mean, it’s not expensive or anything, but you could say it’s from you.” She offered, knowing that he’d had a lot on his plate lately—though she felt a
