She knew the warmth she felt wasn’t just from the soft duvet around her body. There was another source of comfort—solid, strong, familiar. Elena woke, blinking slowly, the morning light pouring gently through the curtains. Her head turned, and her breath caught.
Leonardo.
Her Husband.
He was lying beside her, one arm tucked under the pillow, his other hand resting near her waist, he wasn't wearing a shirt and the faintest shadow of a beard was forming on his jaw. He looked younger in sleep, less guarded, just... peaceful.
She couldn’t help but admire him—his chiseled features, the faint crease between his brows even while asleep, the way his lashes curled slightly over his cheekbone. He was dangerously handsome, and he was all hers.
“You know it's rude to stare, baby.” he murmured,
