ALINA
A light contact of fingers caressed my cheek. I flickered my eyes to open. The smile on his lips was the first I saw, tugging my lips to a smile also.
"Good morning, Dolcezza," he whispered.
"Good morning," I greeted back. "Your morning looks so fine. Did you sleep well? No nightmares?"
"If remembering the other pieces of memories with you is considered a nightmare, I would love to have nightmares every night I close my eyes to sleep." He said and I smirked.
"What did you remember this time?"
"Our connected bodies under the tree at the Cliff Hardena." His eyes glimmered with mischievousness.
I snorted a laugh through my nose.
"Why do you keep remembering those moments? It seems to me that what's running your head is the tail between your legs." I laughed.
He joined. "I can't
