Viviana felt blinded by the morning sun. As she groggily blinked her eyes open, she pressed her palms against the bed, pushing herself up on the bed. Her hair poured all the way to the bed and she stared at the floor length window with a drawn open curtain. Then slowly turned her head to stare at Nikolas who was fast asleep next to her.
It was real. Last night was all real and wasn't some dream.
She'd told him she loved him and there was no taking it back. Not that she wanted to.
Reaching out, she brushed her palm over his forehead, pushing off the thick strands of his dark brown hair. He felt so different when he slept. Like some quiet harmless angel.
The contrast of how a man could be so beautiful yet so dangerous at the same time.
Digging her teeth into her bottom lip, she leaned in briefly, kissing him. Then she pulled back, stared at him for a few moments and proceeded to impulsively get on top of him.
