Clarissa’s P.O.V.

It was hard to adjust to how well I had been sleeping since I came to Antonio’s home. Yesterday had been a perfect day and the thoughts of how sweet Antonio was kept floating through my mind.

When I awoke this morning, he had left a note on my nightstand explaining that he had to take care of things in the city. I have to admit; I was a little uneasy with the idea he had been in my room while I was sleeping. However, his note was a lovely gesture.

I ...