_Thalassa's POV_
Matteo's lips curled into a playful grin as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. "You know, my love," he whispered, his voice tinged with amusement, "as much as I'm enjoying this, I think it's time we start thinking about getting dressed."
I chuckled softly, the lingering haze of pleasure still clouding my mind. "Oh, come on, Matteo," I protested with a playful pout. "Can't we just stay like this a little longer?"
He chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy circles along my spine. "As much as I'd love to, darling, the seer will be coming over soon," he reminded me. "And I don't think that he would appreciate finding us in this state."
I rolled my eyes with a laugh, reluctantly pulling away from his embrace. "Fine, fine," I conceded, giving him a mock glare.
