IZABELLA
When my eyes opened next, sunlight was already coming in through the heavy curtains and bathing my room in the early morning golden glow.
Usually, I was up at the first glimpse of sunlight, but now I just stretched leisurely and rolled over to my side, blinking blearily as I stared at the wall adjacent to me.
Everything seemed hazy, but not as hazy as my memories from last night were starting to seem.
It was definitely a dream, right? I thought, curling further under the blankets.
There was no way Ignazio and I had actually done that.
I shut my eyes once more, but the moment I did, I felt the ghost of Ignazio’s lips against mine—and then all the sensations from last night came flooding back. The taste of his tongue, the feel of his palms, the heat that emanated from him…
