Her Dark Angel | Book 3

chapter 49.

Ever since the accident, Gio had threw himself into finding out Owens whereabouts. Miguel had lost track of him after he fled from the boat. That didn't settle well with my nerves or anyone else's for that matter.

I turned on my sides to see him sound asleep. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. My eyes flickered over his face, memorizing every line, the shape of his mouth, everything.

I brought my hand up, caressing the spot a over his left eye brow. His breathing softened at the feel of my touch. "Guten morgen, mein Hübscher." I whisper, knowing that he was awake. (Good morning handsome. )

He stirred, throwing his arm around my waist and dipping his head into the crook of my neck. Half of his body weight was crushing the upper half of my body as he breathed in my scent.

"Guten Morgen Schönheit," he mumbled into my neck, his hit break tickling me. I smiled as I ran my hand through his dark curls. We had been teaching it other our first languages her and there recently. He caught on surprisingly fast.
"Sie riechen gut." (Good morning beautiful.You smell good.)

I tapped his bare back signaling for him to get up so that I could breath."Fünf weitere Minuten," he mumbled. I felt his lips latch onto my neck, leaving behind a wet sloppy kiss. (Five more minutes)

"G. You're crushing me." I whine. With a groan he fools over pulling me with him. He leans up with his back against the head board and pulls onto his lap. I straddled him as he slid his hands up my silk sleeping shirt to cup my breast.

I let out a soft sigh as he began to massage my breast. " How'd you sleep, Anymore nightmares?" He asks, continuing his actions. I nod my head no as I stare down at him.

Off and on I would have nightmares of that. But instead of me getting saved by Gio, I drown to the depths of the sea, while struggling to swim my way back up. Eventually I realize there's no other way out except for the death— and then I wake up.

I would wake up having cold sweats and headaches, my lungs would ache. Gio would always wake up next to me and try his best to soothe my nerves. I would go back to sleep wrapped up in his arms, while he rubs my back soothingly.

"Good," he mumbled as he leaned forward and placed his lips against my cheek.

We stayed in bed for a couple more minutes until we smelt the delicious smell of bacon wafting up the stairs. I followed him into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. After brushing up this tangled mess of hair, we went down to the kitchen.

"Good morning." Everyone grumbles as we approach the island. I pick up a plate filled with fruit and danish pastry. "Good morning." Willow hands me a cup of coffee and creamer. I pull out the stool between her and Mya and sit down.

Gio stands behind me, a hand splayed out on my stomach as I eat. " Miguel called Antonio today." Alessandro announces when Ashanti gets up to take a phone call.