*Olivia*

“I love you,” I murmured, cuddling into the chest of my lover. His sturdy arms wrapped around me as I sat on his thighs. I sighed in contentment, enjoying being completely encased in him and him only.

The smell of sandalwood and cigar smoke tickled my nose–a scent I associated with Giovani. It was one that made me feel safe and protected, where no one else could interfere.

His fingers entangled in my hair, gently scraping against my scalp as ...