*Camilla*
I wake with a lightness I haven’t felt in years, despite the heavy arm draped over my stomach and the man dead to the world next to me.
I sigh contentedly, and try not to stretch but fail, because I am more than comfortable. The action shifts Adriano’s hold on me and he snuffles into my shoulder. My hand come up to thread through his hair, lovingly scratching at his skull. He can sleep a few minutes longer.
He had come in late last night and seemed a bit lost, but he had not wanted to talk about what he had been doing, only that it was a job that needed to be done.
I had joined him in the shower, unknotting his tense shoulders with the help of soap and hot water.
Adriano has helped me change my life, but he doesn’t always do what’s best for him, and I think he is right that
