THE NEXT MORNING
CAILY GALILEO
I woke up first today. Maybe because I had slept while Pietro had been out yesterday so I woke up a little bit earlier this morning.
According to the table clock, it was four minutes past 6am. I moved my gaze from the not so interesting sight of the table clock to a very interesting and appealing sight. The man holding me in his arms.
I moved slightly in his arms to see his face better and heavens, I think I would have to wake up early from now on to take a glimpse of this face before he got up.
Messy hair was splayed all over his forehead, in a way that suggested that he might have run his fingers through them a few times overnight but maybe that was me. And then his closed eyes...
With his eyes open, Pietro was f*****g handsome. Those light brown
