The next day

Dante woke up a bit earlier than Mireille. He glanced at the beautiful woman sleeping in his arms and placed a kiss on her forehead. His gaze dropped to her lips and as much as he wanted to kiss her lips, he held back from doing so.

He could wake her up by doing so and he did not want Mireille to wake up right now. He had to pull a shirt on before she would wake up to see his arm in a bandage.

He had not thought out a lie good enough to tell Mireille about his ...