( SUMMARY )
Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn after a one-night stand with a mysterious stranger leaves her pregnant. As a freshman in college, she's now carrying the child of billionaire Francesco Scordìa, but there's more to her baby's fath...
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The next morning, soft light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Jasmine stirred, her body still pressed against Francesco's. The warmth of his skin against hers reminded her of the intensity they'd shared the night before. She blinked her eyes open and realized they were both still naked, tangled up in the sheets, holding each other close.
Francesco's arm was draped protectively over her waist, and she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back. His presence, so close and comforting, made her feel a sense of peace she hadn't known in a while. She smiled softly, nestling closer to him, feeling the strength of his embrace.
Francesco shifted slightly, his eyes fluttering open as he woke up. He glanced down at Jasmine, his lips curling into a lazy smile. "Morning," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.
"Morning," Jasmine whispered back, turning her head to look at him. There was a softness in his gaze, a tenderness that made her heart swell. She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his face, her fingers lingering on his cheek for a moment.
They lay there for a while, wrapped in the warmth of each other, neither of them in a rush to get out of bed. It was a quiet, intimate moment, filled with a sense of contentment and closeness that felt new and familiar all at once.
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As they lay in the peaceful quiet of the morning, Jasmine turned in Francesco's arms to face him. She looked into his deep, intense eyes, feeling a surge of emotions rising inside her. She had thought about this moment before but had always hesitated. Now, after everything they had been through—the highs and lows, the doubts, and the connection they had built—it felt right.
She took a deep breath, her heart racing slightly, and softly said, "Francesco, I love you."
Francesco blinked, his expression softening as her words sank in. Jasmine quickly added, "Not just because you're the father of my child, but because I honestly love you. I love the man you are."
His eyes searched hers for a moment, and then a slow, warm smile spread across his face. He cupped her cheek gently, his thumb brushing over her skin. "Ti amo anch'io," he whispered in Italian, his voice rich and sincere.
The words hung in the air between them, a shared vulnerability that made the moment even more powerful. Francesco leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, sealing the depth of their emotions. It was the first time they had truly spoken these words to each other, but it felt as if they had been a long time coming.
In that moment, everything seemed to fall into place.
