Taylor’s P.O.V.
The next morning, we woke up pretty late since the sun was already starting to rise by the time our heads finally had hit the pillow. And when I found myself finally waking up again, Nico was wrapped around me like my personal blanket with one arm wrapped around my stomach and one leg thrown over mine, his breath fanning over my shoulder. While all I could do was wake up with a huge grin on my lips.
Happiness.
Bliss.
Joy.
Safety.
Love.
Those words all popped up into my head about how I was feeling at that exact moment. I had slowly reached up my hand and let my fingertips run down the skin of my neck, the mark didn’t hurt me anymore, even though I knew that it was still very much there. It would always be there, a permanent reminder of the perfect night of just the t
