A R I A N A

My eyes peeked open slowly and the first thing I felt was warmth, a heavy warm weight across my stomach.

I opened my eyes fully as, morning light was filtering through the curtains.

I looked down.

Dante’s arm was wrapped around me, his face buried in my hair, he was still asleep, breathing deeply as he clung to me, like he was afraid I would disappear in the night.

A deep blush spread across my cheeks as memories from last night flooded back like a ...