The Donna would wake up slowly, a soft mumble escaping her lips as she shifts around on the silk sheets she is laying on. They are soft, and smooth against her skin, making her move against them and smile at the sensation it leaves on her body. She then turns her body to the right side of the bed and immediately comes in contact with something hard, or in this case, someone.
Mario…
He is asleep, his dark hair a mess and scattered across his forehead as he lays against the pillows in a peaceful slumber. The Donna finds herself blushing, something she doesn't do often, her eyes scanning him with admiration, her gaze travelling from his face down to his bare broad chest. Donna Aleia notices that Mario has his hand place over the Donna's waist, as if he has been protectively grasping onto he
