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Enrico's POV:
Tracing the face of peacefully sleeping Kataleya with my finger, my retinas burned in awe and admiration by this beauty's gorgeousness.
I tried to hold my smile at her pretending to be sleep.
Leaning forward, I whispered groggily in her ear, "I know you are awake, cuore mio"
Noticing how she shuddered after hearing the nickname, it made my smile turn into a whole ass toothy grin.
"Stay like this a little longer." She groaned and snuggled her face in my chest.
A beautiful...something satisfactory feeling spread through me like a warmth that of home.
Wrapping my hand around her torso, I hold on to her tightly, afraid that if I let go, I will lose my newly found home.
"Your hair smells amazing." I complimented, twisting a strand of her hair on my finger.
"My shampoo is fucking expensive." She replied, her eyes closed and head leaning on my chest.
Pulling my finger away from her hair, I pinched her nose, earning a smack on my hand.
Her eyes flutter open and her stare pinned me with a disapproving sight.
"Only one date and you already want to kill me." She quinted her eyes in fake accusation, making my heart do a jump.
Whoever said she was a cold bitch, fuck you. Because I fucking won.
"That's why you should never eat my food." Pinching her cheeks, I advised.
"I never ate your food. All I did was switch our food. Who knows if the waitress spit in mine." She defended her action.
"So you made me eat someone's spit...hopefully, it was not." I shivered in disgust at the thought.
"Anyways, what time is it?" She asked, rubbing her eyes to remove the sleepiness.
"It must be 8 in the morning now."
"Fuck!"
"Oww"
Both Kataleya and I exclaimed. As she got up in hurry and accidentally smacking my head with hers.
"For the first time in my life, I am getting late and you are the reason behind it." She grumbled, glaring at me with disbelief.
"Wait- Why am I getting blamed? I tried to wake you up but it was you who wanted to sleep more." I retorted.
I can't believe she is pinning this on me. She should be thanking me for waking her up, but this is what I get?
Unbelievable!
"I wouldn't have slept longer if cuddling with you was not comfortable." She did not meet my eyes, as she get up.
Finally after her words settled in, I felt my ears turning red due to the blood rush.
YOU ARE READING
Wild And Wicked
Romance"My happiness is like a flower that blooms, but at last, it always shrinks. It taught me, even though the happiness blossom, the misery never fades." Kataleya Hernández. Belonging to a well-known family of Spain, It's typical for people to assume h...
