I’m so exhausted from work that I can’t wait to collapse into bed in Stefano’s hotel room. After a quick shower to wash away the day’s stress, I slip into one of his shirts and burrow under the covers. Stefano’s out handling business but should be back soon.
Just as I’m drifting off, I feel gentle fingers stroking my hair. I groan softly, blinking my eyes open to see Stefano sitting beside me. A sleepy smile tugs at my lips as he leans down to press a soft kiss there.
“Hey,” I murmur, stretching languidly.
“Hello, amore,” he says, his voice warm. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t. I just got into bed.” I sit up, the covers pooling around my waist. “How was your day?”
“Good. I had lunch with your brother,” Stefano replies, and I feel my eyes narrow instinctively.
“And what did
