Anika:
A delicious shiver rolls through me as I stir awake, every inch of my body aching in the best way possible.
Sore, yes—but sweetly so.
“Look who’s finally up,”
God, that voice.
I blink my eyes open and there he is.
Matteo. Standing by the bed like some kind of irresistible sin.
Before I can even speak, he leans in and presses a warm kiss to my forehead.
“Morning, Sunshine.”
I can’t help the little giggle that slips out, or the heat blooming across my cheeks.
“Morning, Matteo.”
He draws back slightly, fingers brushing the side of my neck as he shoots me a wink.
“Nice mark,” he murmurs.
My blush deepens. And just like that, the memories from last night come rushing in, all at once.
The way he touched me.
Kissed me.
Owned me.
Claimed every single part of me.
And then—
