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*Willow’s POV***

I wake up warm, wrapped in Luciano's strong arms. I raise my head and look up at his chiseled, handsome face, and smile. The thought of waking up to this every morning is bliss.

I cuddle closer, indulging and tracing my hands on his face. Yesterday was everything to me, and the memory of our sex was enough to make me want it again this morning.

"Hey, beautiful," he whispers, drawing me even closer, his lips finding mine and he kisses me softly. I raise my head feeling shy and kiss him back.

"Yes," I answer. “How was your night” he asks and I turn red. “Oh…it was” I start to say and he grins. “You’re blushing” he points out. I cover my cheeks in embarrassment smiling too.

"I'll get you warm milk," he says, taking his hands off me momentarily. I smile, wrapping myself in the cozy duvet as he heads out.

He comes back with a warm mug, and hands it to me along with an envelope. I frown a bit wondering where he got it from.

"What's this?" I ask, accepting the envelope,