The next time she woke up was a few hours later, and they had shifted, so her head was lying on his chest, his arm still around her waist, and their legs were intertwined. Somehow, just being in his arms made her feel safe. As if nothing bad could happen as long as they were in this little bubble in a king size bed in a hotel in Venice. But Aurora knew that was just wishful thinking.
“Good morning,” Matteo whispered before pressing his lips against her forehead.
“I don’t think it’s morning anymore,” she replied and could feel him chuckle under her cheek.
“But it’s still good.” His hand moved up her back, caressing the skin under the shirt she was wearing, and goosebumps erupted all over her body from how wonderfully familiar his touch felt.
“Matteo…”
“Yes?”
She forgot what she want
