"Where are you going?"
Arianna woke up at dusk to see Marcel dressing up. From his precise movement, it was obvious that he didn't want to wake her. However, being with a Mafia Lord seems to have rubbed off on her because she was usually aware of her surroundings now.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," He apologized, buttoning up the rest of his shirt.
"Obviously," Arianna noted with a nod of her head.
Marcel came over to her and sat beside her, "I didn't mean it that way. You needed the rest, and I was going to drop a message," He added, "Alongside a kiss on your forehead."
Her brows rose with interest when she heard that, "Really?" Arianna drew closer to him and peered up at him through her lashes, purring,
"I'm here now, aren't I?"
