CHAPTER 34: Mirabella's POV
Sunlight crawled through the half-open curtains of my bedroom window, painting lines across the bare floorboards. I wasn’t used to it being this quiet in the mornings. No street noise. No ringing phone. Just the soft hum of the fridge and the man sleeping in my bed.
Giovanni.
His arm was draped across my waist, heavy and warm, anchoring me like he belonged there.
And the worst part?
Some part of me was starting to believe he did.
I blinked against the light, my body aching in ways that told me last night hadn’t been a dream. The stretch of my thighs, the faint bruise on my hip, the taste of him still somewhere in the back of my throat.
I should’ve kicked him out.
Told him to leave the second he walked in like he owned the place.
But I hadn’t.
Instead,
