CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

I was starting to feel more like myself after a month. My morning sickness persisted, but it was not as bad as it had been at first. My emotions seem to have been slightly elevated, aside from my morning sickness. In particular, I was excessively frustrated—sexually, might I add?—as well as excessively joyful and depressed. It didn’t help that Giovanni had been away on a business trip due to work.

But when I turned over on the bed, I was surprised to see the Greek god curled up next to me, and I couldn’t help but admire his beauty and the perfectly sculpted face even in my sleepy state.

I reached for him on autopilot, somewhere in the middle of the night, when dawn was still far away and the night's magic was at its thickest. From the depths of my sleep, I reached for him, my palms flat against his muscular abdomen, my hands finding his chest and running over his muscles. Down, to the arch of his back.

"Roy," Giovanni whispered softly, his eyes wide and intense, pinning me with the