D A M O N
Italy was a beautiful country known to have the best wines in the world. A country which I had the privilege to own a few wineries.
The next morning, I woke up before Kiara. I watched her sleep.She looked so beautiful, with her hair fanned out on the pillow.
I gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Her eyes were heavy with sleep but she smiled when she saw me.
"Morning," She said, her voice was husky with sleep.
"Morning, beautiful," I said, leaning down and kissing her forehead. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a baby," She said, stretching. "This cabin is magical."
"It's the company," I said, tracing patterns on her arm. "We make it magical."
She giggled, a sweet sound that I would never get tired of hearing. "You're such
