đź’ś Nicole
A strange, unfamiliar warmth was the first thing that registered. A deep, enveloping heat that felt safe, almost comforting. I stirred, my cheek pressed against something soft and smelling intensely Leonardo.
I opened my eyes, disoriented, and realized with a jolt that I was curled up in his gigantic bed, covered by a heavy, custom duvet that I didn't remember pulling over myself.
I fell asleep.
The wave of annoyance was immediate. I had planned to be awake, sitting up with icy composure, waiting for him to return so I could witness the exact moment his carefully calibrated calm shattered. I wanted to see his face crumple with rage at my defiance of coming into his room even after he had said I should stay away from it. Instead, I'd succumbed to exhaustion and fallen into a pathetic, three hour nap.
