DOMITILLA POV

One Week Later

Happiness. That had to be what I was feeling pure, unfiltered bliss. I woke up tangled in our sheets, naked and warm despite the cool brush of his skin against mine.

Gosto lay behind me, his bare chest pressed to my back. One of his arms served as a pillow beneath my head; the other rested loosely across my waist, possessive even in sleep. Waking up like this… I could live a thousand mornings and never tire of it.

His breath cool, steady whispered over the ...