Felicità
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As the first light of dawn filters through the window, Anthony stirs, his arms tightening around Emily possessively.
He nuzzles his face into her hair, breathing in her scent as he tries to ignore the growing awareness that something has changed between them in the night.
Slowly, he opens his eyes, his gaze falling on Emily's sleeping face. Her lips are slightly parted, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.
He noticed the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, the way her hair fell across her face, the soft, delicate features in repose.
Emily was curled into him, her head resting on his chest, her breathing slow and even. Her hair was a tangled mess around her face, and her mouth was slightly open.
A pang of some undefinable feeling went through him as he looked at her. She looked so small, so fragile, it was hard to believe that the same woman who had argued with him just hours ago was the same one snuggled against him now.
He resisted the urge to brush the hair out of her eyes, not wanting to wake her. Instead, he just sat there, watching her sleep, the memory of their conversation last night still fresh in his mind.
"This could become a problem," he whispers to himself, tracing a finger gently along her jawline. For the first time, he realizes how vulnerable he feels having her in his arms - and how perfectly right it feels.
He pressed a soft kiss to her temple as he buries his face in her hair, content to just hold her a little longer in this fragile, perfect moment.
He lifted his free hand, his fingers gently pushing the hair away from her face. She was beautiful when she was asleep, her face relaxed and soft, all trace of her usual stubbornness gone.
He chuckled as she mumbled softly in her sleep, her body shifting closer to his, seeking his warmth.
He continued to watch her, his touch light and gentle as he traced the outline of her face with his fingers. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she nuzzled into him, her cheek pressing into his chest.
He felt something in his chest tighten, some unfamiliar feeling that he wasn't ready to name.
He ran his fingers through her hair again, his touch light. "Bambolina," he said softly, his voice rough with sleep. "Wake up."
"How did you sleep?" he asks, his eyes searching hers, the vulnerability from earlier still lingering in their depths.
Emily smiles, her eyes softening as she leans into his touch. "I slept well," she says, her voice still heavy with sleep.
She pauses, her gaze drifting over his face before settling on his lips. "You?"
His breath catches slightly at her lingering gaze, and he leans in slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wants to.
"Better than I had any right to," he murmurs against her lips before kissing her tenderly. When he pulls back, his expression is serious. "Stay here,"
He gets up, leaving her in bed. He feels her admiring gaze as he stands up, the muscles of his abs and chest flexing slightly.
He was putting on a pair of low-slung sweatpants, doing nothing to hide his toned torso. He turns back to find her watching him, a smirk tugging at his lips.
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