*Olivia*
Thoroughly content, I didn’t realize how exhausted I had been until the bed dipped as Gio sat next to me, his warm, calloused hand stroking the skin of my back that was still exposed to the air.
“Carina,” he purred, brushing my hair away from my neck as I lay on my stomach, splayed out into the massive bed. He laid a soft and tender kiss on my neck, the rumble of his chest vibrating as he said, “It’s time to get up.”
The blankets I was wrapped in shifted as I groaned unhappily, stretching my legs under the covers as Giovani chuckled above me. Woken from my nap after our delightful little exercise, the very last thing I wanted to do was get up.
“For what?” I pouted into the pillow, still not opening my eyes a wink.
“Dinner.” He laughed, and though I couldn’t see him behind my eyelids, I knew he had that smile I loved stretched across his lips.
I hummed, acknowledging his words. Now that he brought it up, my stomach began to rumble at the thought of food.
