RAVEN
The morning sun in Paris is soft, filtering through the curtains of our suite in a hazy, golden glow.
I wake up entangled in the sheets, my body lighter than ever. The memory of the balcony flashes through my mind, making my toes curl beneath the duvet.
I feel the steady rise and fall of Dante’s chest behind me. His arm is draped possessively over my waist. Then he leans in, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“I can see someone had a good night’s rest after yesterday,” he rumbles in a rough voice.
I turn in his arms to face him, a lazy smile tugging at my lips.
I don’t even try to hide how good I feel.
“Maybe,” I whisper, leaning forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss.
He pulls back just an inch, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“I think I deserve a gift for last night.”
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