Aurora

Get a grip

Matteo

Matteo bit his lip as he stared down at the girl lying on her bed. He reached his hand out, but immediately retracted it after thinking that he couldn't wake her up. He has been doing this for nearly five minutes and has gotten nowhere with wanting to wake her up.

He looked down at her again, his hand reaching out which he stopped just a few inches away from her face. He breathed in, giving himself a small pep talk of how silly he is being, and without realizing it, he moved her shoulders.

Shit.

"A-Aurora."

Why the fuck was he stuttering?

He called her name again as he gave her shoulder a slight nudge again. She groaned, as she began to open her eyes. Slowly, she peered up at the man looming over her body with her sleepy green eyes.

"Matteo?" she asked sleepily.

Matteo watched her as she tried to pry her eyes open. She used the back of her hand to wipe the sleep out of her eyes, the sun peeking through the drapes which she tried to shield her eyes from.

It was only eight in the morning. He knew that she was a morning person but because the two of them were a bit late up last night, she would have woken up a bit later. He felt a little bad for waking her up, but there was something on his mind.

He cleared his throat. "Morning. Would you meet me downstairs? I have something for you."

Aurora sat up straight, her posture was to perfection as her ears perked up at the sound of that. His eyes shifted to the exposed pad of her shoulder, which resulted in the thin strap falling down the side of her arm.

He could see the dip of her collar bone outlined against her milky skin. The soft carves leading from the base of her neck upwards, which led the eyes to the rose petal of plump lips. It was a darker shade of her hair, which flowed in exotic waves against her face.

Even though she had just woken up, she looked painfully beautiful.

"What is it?" her soft but excited voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

Matteo's lips curved upward. "You would have to wait and see. Get ready and I will see you at the table, sí?"

"Okay!"

Aurora looked as if she didn't just wake up a few minutes ago, her eyes now open wide and a smile etched on her face. She jumped from her bed, and disappeared into the bathroom.

What she had failed to see from too much excitement and rushing to her bathroom, was the smile plastered on his face.

Matteo waited in the dining room. He was scrolling through a bunch of emails when he heard someone clear their throat. He looked up, his eyes drinking in the glorious sight of the woman dressed in what she had woken up with.

She hadn't changed out of the silk nightie that his sister had bought her. Even though he hated how his very little sister shopped for a grown woman and bought her something this exotic, yet he couldn't complain at the sight of her wearing it.

Focus, Matteo.

"Sit." he pointed at the chair that was next to his, only his being at the head of the table.

She sat down in the chair on his left. He watched as she looked in confusion at all the food that was in front of them.

"Is this w-what you wanted to show me?" she asked him, her brows furrowed in absolute confusion.

He gave her a nod. "I made breakfast for us."

Her eyes sparkled. "You made this?" she asked in a tone he wasn't sure was good or not.