Clarissa’s P.O.V

There was nothing like being back in our bed. It didn’t matter where a person could travel in the world; at the end of the day, being back in your bed was pure happiness. Antonio’s strong arms wrapped around my waist and brought me closer to him as he inhaled the scent of my hair deeply. “Good Morning, beautiful.”

Smiling, I rolled over and looked at him, “Good Morning, sir.” There was no use in trying to forget what had happened in Florida. My ...