Dario’s point of view.
I wake up to the sound of an alarm, and for a moment I don't know where I am, but then I feel all the foreign feelings that waking up with a naked body against mine causes, and I remember exactly where and with whom I am.
His arm and leg are thrown over me, his head is on my chest, tilted up slightly as if he fell asleep looking at me, his lips are partially parted, and rhythmic breaths escape them every few seconds.
I remember what woke me up in the first place and gently caress his face while I brush his shoulder, softly trying to wake him up.
“Aless, wake up. I think we need to go,” I say, and he groans the sweetest groan there is, then squeezes me tighter, making me all warm inside and forcing a huge smile onto my face.
“Aless, we’ll lose the plane,” I warn,
