Serafina’s POV
I woke up to sunlight on my face and Matteo’s arm heavy around my waist like he was scared I would disappear in the night.
For a second, I did not move.
The room was warm. The sheets were soft. The world was quiet in a good way this time, not the loud quiet that makes your head hurt.
Then Matteo’s fingers moved slightly on my hip.
“You’re staring at me,” he said, eyes still closed.
“I am not.”
He opened one eye. “You are.”
I rolled onto my back. “You snore.”
“I do not.”
“You do.”
He pulled me closer without warning, his arm tightening around me. “Careful,” he murmured, his voice deep from sleep. “I can still change my mind about being nice.”
I felt heat crawl up my neck. “You’re never nice.”
He leaned over me suddenly, one hand braced beside my head on the pillo
