~ELENA~
I wake up to warmth.
Not just the kind from the heavy duvet wrapped around me, but from the solid weight of bodies pressed against mine on both sides.
For a moment, I don’t move. My body aches in the best way….sore, spent, but humming with the memory of last night.
My brain is still foggy, my muscles deliciously sore. My throat is dry, and yet…I feel good.
Better than good.
Safe.
I should feel embarrassed, maybe even guilty.
But I don’t.
I feel…whole.
I blink my eyes open and see Nico first, his face inches from mine, his lashes long against his cheek as he sleeps. He looks younger like this, softer. The smug grin he always wears is gone, replaced by something almost innocent.
Riccardo is behind me, his arm slung heavy across my waist, holding me to him like he’s afraid
