Later That Night.

I honestly passed out. And I'm in bed. I calloused fingertips brush the stray hair back from my face and I groan, turning my face into the warm, male chest at my side. The arm around my waist tightens its grip, a kiss is placed at the top of my head and the last remains of sleep are wiped from my slightly drowsy mind.

My eyes open slowly, and I frown at the male chest before me. How had I ended up in the bed? And how the hell had I ended up wrapped around Vincenzo like a blanket?

Was I not hurting him? Of course I...