Wait For Me

42 | carmella

❝ 𝑶𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒐
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘
𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 ❞

𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒄

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T H E A

Waking up, feeling completely safe and content snuggled in Rio's arms is a feeling I don't ever want to stop experiencing.

Last night was incredible. Honestly, I can't find the words to explain how magical it really was. In a way, I kind of wish that it was my first time. The way he was so gentle, intimate, caring, passionate.

I've never experienced pure euphoria like that before. The feeling of being so unbelievably content in the presence of someone, that you're just willing to give your all to them.

Him admitting that he was falling for me topped it all off. It took me so long to actually go to sleep because he was all I could think about.

My brain was running in circles, thinking about everything and replaying the nights events. All the things he said, the little things he did, the way he did them.

I'm completely overcome with dozens of different feelings and emotions that I don't quite know how to process them all.

What do I feel for Rio?

Love?

I don't even know. Is it too early to feel love?

We're not even officially together as a couple yet.

Do I want to be in a relationship with him? Does he want that with me?

I glance down at his toned chest and trace patterns across his skin with my finger, following the outlines of his toned abs, down to his prominent v-line which is partially visible through the fact his boxers are positioned quite low down.

Leaning forward just slightly, I place a tender kiss to his chest, directly on the angel tattoo I've begun to love so much. 

I don't stop there though, instead quite enjoying the idea of kissing him so I continue, peppering soft, gentle kisses across his chest.

His skin is soft and warm against my lips as I watch his chest slowly rise and fall with every breath he takes.

Just as I'm about to place another kiss by his collar bone, he lifts hand up and places his finger under my chin, pulling me towards him and connecting our lips.

His full, plump lips move slowly against my own as he keeps his finger curled under my chin, holding my face close to his.

Just as I run out of air, he pulls back and smiles down at me. A captivatingly warm smile which makes my heart almost dissolve in my chest. "Buongiorno bella." He murmurs in his insanely attractive morning voice. 
[translation: good morning beautiful]