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Valentina pov

My nose twitches, and I open my eyes to the sun's setting rays touching my skin. Memories of yesterday's events rush back to me along with thoughts of last night.

Sitting up, I look around. The curtains are open. Did Rocco open them? I glance towards the door, which is still locked. Maybe the curtains were drawn aside last night.

I get out of bed, feeling quite hungry, and move toward the door. Rubbing my eyes to shake off sleep, I unlock it and step out. Making my way to the kitchen, I eventually reach the living room, where I see Rocco sleeping on the floor. His blanket is half on him and half on the couch.

Did he fall from the couch, or did he deliberately choose to sleep on the floor? I almost chuckle at the sight of him sprawled out, legs apart.

I assume he might want to go to work since there's been no talk of a honeymoon, and I'm not too keen on having him around all day. Maybe I should wake him up; I can't be uncooperative all the time.

Walking to the living roo