A R I A N A
My eyes peeked open slowly and the first thing I felt was warmth, a heavy warm weight across my stomach.
I opened my eyes fully as, morning light was filtering through the curtains.
I looked down.
Dante’s arm was wrapped around me, his face buried in my hair, he was still asleep, breathing deeply as he clung to me, like he was afraid I would disappear in the night.
A deep blush spread across my cheeks as memories from last night flooded back like a wave of nostolgia.
The kisses.
His touches.
The things he said.
The way he made me feel.
It was all so intense, so magical and I never thought I could feel that way ever since Angelo, if anything it was nothing compared to Angelo.
Who would have thought we’d get to this.
I gently traced my finger along his lips, they
