Stella's eyes shot open as she grew increasingly aware of a painfully familiar dozen tiny-needle prickling sensation flooding her arm, no thanks to the weight of Matteo's seemingly burly arm resting atop hers. As satisfying as the current situation was, she could not imagine remaining in that position longer than another minute.
With an unusual bout of regret, she eased from his hold, gently resting his heavy arm beside him and adjusting to a sitting position beside him. She propped her back on the bedframe, her eyes taking a distinct look in them as she beheld his normally filed features at rest.
He looked anything but the image he presented while he was awake. Anyone who'd be privileged to see him in this manner, with all guards down, almost innocent looking, would think he was not capable of any harm whatsoever.
