Delfina snuggled into the firm chest under her cheek and slowly woke from the best dreams of her life. Long fingers were playing with her hair, trailing it over her shoulder and then lifting it back up.
“Good morning,” she whispered as she lifted her head to meet Furio’s eyes.
“Good morning.”
“What are you thinking about with such a serious expression, so early in the morning?” she could tell from months of early mornings it was close to her normal waking hours. It couldn’t be four-thirty yet, she was certain of it. The bright light from an unlocked phone on the nightstand the only source of light in the room told her she wasn’t the only one wide awake. “Did someone call?”
He sighed and tugged her closer, “I have never been so full of regret for not shooting someone in the head as much
