#Chapter76

---Picture Perfect & Trouble

I love the way we position ourselves but I hate to trouble you we have guests.

"Morning" Dante smile when he felt her arms around his waist.

"Why didn't you wake me? I could have help you cook," she lays her head on his back.

"And I'm done," he turns around his eyes wandering around her body as she just stood only in his shirt. He pulls her closer to him taking in her scent and then cup her face with his hands. "You'll be the death of me, now come mia belle as much as you're tempting right now but I don't want to...