OLIVIA
Something warm pressed against my back and then, it moved. As I tried to shift, a heavy arm wrapped tighter around my waist and pulled me even closer.
I giggled into the pillow, the sound muffled by cotton. It was the first time I’d ever woken up tangled in Dante’s arms and it felt… cozy.
For a moment, I just listened to his slow and even breathing against my ear. Then the throbbing started and my smile vanished.
My head pounded like someone was swinging a hammer inside it. I groaned, pressing my palm to my forehead.
“Bad hangover, huh?” Dante’s voice came out rough, his breath tickling the back of my neck.
“My head’s about to split in two,” I muttered.
“Then don’t move,” he murmured. “Stay in bed.”
I turned myself slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him. His hair
