Sienna DiMarco
I stirred in my sleep and slowly opened my eyes. I tried to wake up from the bed, but something heavy was pressing me into the mattress. “Mom,” I gasped… and then I heard some grumbling. That was my husband, Salvatore.
“Sal… what time is it?” I said, trying to release myself from his iron grip.
“Mmh,” he hummed and then buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“Sal? I am being serious… what time is it? We were supposed to be at the hospital by 9 am…” I said frantically, and he opened his eyes.
God! He is handsome and then some. His hazel eyes, the way they were hazed with sleep. His hair was sticking up oddly, his lips parted, and his mind was trying to focus and get a grip on reality. He looked half alive, but full-blown sexy. I tried to sit on the bed, but he pul
