Back at the hotel,
The clock was ticking in the room, the sunlight slipping through the curtains, while the birds chirped harmoniously.
Alisha buried her head on Dante's chest and she snored softly while Dante looked at her with a tender smile.
Her eyes suddenly fluttered open, meeting his gaze.
Her cheeks immediately flushed when she recalled all that they'd done the previous night.
"Morning, my love," he greeted, his sheepish grin stretching on his lips.
She instinctively gave him her back, and his smile faltered.
"Good morning," she grunted, pulling the blankets over her when she realized she was naked.
"Come on now, don't tell me you're shy," he said, lifting the blanket off her face.
"I'm not shy," she insisted, pulling the blankets back.
"Good, because last night, you were telling me to go faster, harder and you hugged me so tightly I thought I was going to die in your arms," he teased, as he reminisced about the scenes in his head.
