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Ciara Mendes

It's hard to believe that Giovanni and I have been official for a month now. As I sit here, I find myself practically hovering over him while he sleeps. I can only imagine how creepy I must appear, but I honestly couldn't care less. He seems so at peace, looking so innocent with strands of his messy hair falling gently across his forehead.

Just months ago, I thought Giovanni was the most annoying and cocky man I had ever met; I wouldn’t have given him even a minute of my time. Now, as I lean in to peck his lips softly, I can't help but try not to wake him from his peaceful slumber.

My heart flutters as I feel his hand gently grasp the back of my head, pulling me closer before he presses his lips against mine. “You're weird—but in a cute way,” he whispers with his morning voice.

A smile spreads across my face; I’ve seen women blush when describing a voice as sexy, but I always thought they were exaggerating—until I experienced the captivating voice of the man b