Bella’s POVI woke up wrapped in warmth.For a moment, I didn't move. I just lay there, my cheek pressed against something solid and warm. The steady rhythm of a heartbeat beneath my ear. The weight of an arm draped across my waist.Then I remembered.Last night.The confession. The kiss. The way he had held me like I was the only thing keeping him alive.His lips brushed the back of my shoulder in a lazy kiss.“Buongiorno Bella,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.I smiled despite myself. “Good morning.”He pulled me closer, turning me in his arms until we were face to face. His green eyes were soft in the morning light, his hair messy, his lips curved into a rare, genuine smile.He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. Then my nose. Then my lips.I giggled against his mouth. "You're in a good mood.""I have reason to be." He kissed me again, slower this time. "You're here. You're mine."I pulled back slightly. "I've always been yours. I was just too stubborn to admit
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