Oriana’s POV

A grumble of defiance left my lips as Robin tried to slip away from me in the morning. I held onto him even tighter as the sun peeked out from behind the curtains. “No,” I complained, slowly blinking the dried grit from my eyes.

Robin’s chest rumbled. “Baby, please. I need to go.”

“Just a little while longer, amante,” I pleaded, burying my face against his chest, not wanting the warmth of his arms to be replaced with the cold.

His lips ...