Chapter 114: Shrill Alarm
Amelia felt like she was floating on a sea of clouds. There was a pressing warmth at her side that pulled her into a deep slumber, but the brightness at the back of her eyelids was slowly, but surely becoming unbearable.
Reluctantly, Amelia opened her eyes, only to find herself face to face with Matteo. Immediately, all vestiges of sleepiness left her body, and she quickly tried to get up. However, she soon realized that was a nigh impossible task, for Matteo’s arm was wrapped around her waist like an iron bar as if he was afraid she would flee from him.
Amelia’s face flushed a bright red as she recalled the activities of the previous night. She had given into her impulses and slept with Matteo, and there was a tiny, vindictive part of her that couldn’t help comparing the night she experienced with her experiences with Caleb.
Matteo was an infinitely more generous lover than Caleb was. Her entire body ached so tenderly that she didn’t want to move an inch, yet she felt nourished from within, as though she was a flower that was finally watered with love and care.
Her eyes were drawn to Matteo’s eyelashes. They were so long and lovely that the morning sun had cast the finest of shadows on his skin. Her hand gently cupped the side of his face, marveling at his looks.
That gentle action caused Matteo to stir, blinking blearily up at her. Embarrassed, Amelia quickly pulled her hand away, but she wasn’t fast enough. Matteo grabbed her hand, enveloping it in his warmth, his lips curled into a satisfied smile when he realized it was Amelia reaching out for him.
What happened the night before wasn’t just a dream.
"Good morning," he said, his voice low and husky, causing a frisson of desire to course through her. He had no business sounding so good so early in the morning. "Did you sleep well?"
"Morning," Amelia said, a voice in a quiet whisper. She didn’t want to break the calm that surrounded them. "I slept well. How about you?"