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Angel Romano was known for his ruthless ways.
They said he was a supposed duplicate of his father, but only to be worse.
He was known for his cold exterior, his heartless heart. But most import...
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Daisy ✧
My eyes blinked open, there was no light in the room, and my eyesight would be eternally grateful for that.
Two large tatted arms were securely wrapped around my body, and when my eyes adjusted, I saw Angel.
His usual light eyes were closed, his deep brown hair scattered over his face, and he was completely relaxed.
I remained there watching him sleep soundly; I had never seen him seem so calm and adorable.
I grinned at how vulnerable he appeared to be at the moment.
If only I could take a picture.
That's when I came up with the best idea I've had all day.
Your day hasn't even started dumbaśs.
Since my phone was left at home, I gently reached over to the side and took his.
I took a photo of him while angling myself as gently as possible.
I quietly giggled and texted the photo to me on his phone, as I read my contact name a blush spread over my cheeks.
Moonlight
I replaced the phone on the table and I flipped back over to see Angel's light eyes staring at me.
I gave him a cheeky smile and swung around to face him.
As we lay peacefully together, his arms were still wrapped around me.
My gaze skimmed his features, seeing that his normally clean shaved jaw had begun to develop a light stubble, which could only be seen if you were as close to him as I was.
My hand moved on its own and brushed its fingers over his bristly jaw instinctively.
His palm captured mine and slid it away as he put his two large hands around my waist and pulled me on top of him.
My hands curled themselves around his neck instinctively, and my legs straddled him.
I bent down to Angel, buried my face in his neck, ignoring the pits of butterflies bursting in my stomach.
His head rested on my shoulder as he wrapped his arms around my waist and traced circles over my hips with his fingers.
"Sei perfetto." He whispers in my neck, his morning voice moved me to another world.
Translation; You're perfect.
I move my head back and face him.
"I think you should teach me Italian." I comment seriously.
He smirks and tilts his head at me.
"Why would I do something like that?" He asks slyly, his voice deep and husky.
