Amaya POV
My eyes fluttered open the next morning as rays from the morning sun hit my face. To my surprise, I found Dante lying next to me, still sound asleep.
Knowing Dante, whenever we had sex, he never waited until the next morning. He was gone before I woke up, even though it was his bedroom.
Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, I thought to myself, staring at him as his chest rose and fell.
Memories of last night flashed in my mind—the sweet words, the soft kisses, and the rough yet intimate sex. If only he was always like that. Was it so difficult to treat me like I actually mattered?
Not wanting him to wake up and find me by his side, I tried to slip out of bed, but the moment I moved, I felt his arm tighten around me.
I froze, feeling his bare chest against my back and his steady breathing against my skin.
Damn it.
If I forced my way out, he would wake up. And if he woke up, I would have to face him.
I didn’t want to.
I tried to carefully lift his
