The next morning, Isabella awoke with a start, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains casting a gentle glow across the room. She blinked, momentarily disoriented, her body tense as she tried to recall the events of the previous night. She was naked, the sheets tangled around her legs, and she could feel the warmth of another body pressed against her back.
Her breath caught in her throat as the memories slowly came flooding back, Enrico’s touch, his words, and the overwhelming sensations that had consumed her. She bit her lip, a flush of embarrassment and confusion coloring her cheeks. Had she really let herself go like that? Had she really allowed herself to be so vulnerable with him?
Turning her head slightly, she glanced over her shoulder at Enrico, who was still asleep
