A week later, I found myself living with Leonardo. The move had been very quick; he had taken care of everything, though I didn't really have much.
The most essential item was my piano, which now stood in Leonardo's living room. I was so used to waking up early to catch a taxi that it felt strange knowing I could sleep an extra hour because Leonardo would take me to the office.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, stirring slightly in bed.
"Mm?" I murmured, barely opening my eyes.
"Judging by your sleepy face, I think you did," he said, laughing with his deeper morning voice.
"Shut up," I muttered, turning over to sleep a little more.
"I prefer the view of your back," he said, gently running his hand down my spine, sending a shiver through my body. I quickly turned back to face him.
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