The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 53

Emily

The morning light entered the window as it did every morning, and I woke up. Alessio who was still asleep, had his arms around me.

It was a first. I had never seen him sleep, better yet, he was never in the room by the time I would wake up.

I couldn't help but smile as I studied his peaceful face, listening to his soft snores. He looked so innocent in his sleep, like he couldn't do any person harm.

It was no wonder he was tired. I couldn't keep counts of the rounds we had throughout out the night. I was certain my whole body ached, but it was worth it.

I had no regrets, and it was worth every moment, every touch. Alessio had shown me what it meant to enjoy it. With Jason, I would die inside hoping it would soon be over—but with Alessio, I never wanted it to end.

The way he took care of me, made me feel like I was something special and voiced it out loud, did something to me.

Not wanting to let go of him, I nuzzled closer and buried my head in his neck.

Unfortunately he had sensed my movEmilyent and stirred awake, groaning. He found the top of my head with his lips and pressed a gentle kiss. I blushed, wondering why such a simple act made my heart flutter.

"What time is it?" Alessio mumbled, his voice still deep and hoarse.

I glanced at my phone. "9AM."

Alessio held me closer. "Brunch is at eleven, that means we have two more hours to—" he started, but I cut him off, knowing exactly where his thoughts were heading.

"Get ready because I need to look perfect for your family." I spoke.

Alessio hummed and released me from his Emilybrace. "If that's what you want."

He got up from the bed in just his boxers. His hair was a mess, but I couldn't help but admire him all over again. Only when I felt a cold chill reach my nipple, I looked away and wrapped the blanket around myself.

He had already seen me naked, the whole night—but there was just something Emilybarrassing about it all.

"I should get ready, and I should get Naty ready too. I can't outdo my daughter." I said, turning my head so he wouldn't be able to see my tomato cheeks.

Alessio's chuckle filled the room as he made his way to the bathroom, leaving me in bed.

An hour later I was dressed in a long-sleeved dress I had decided was modest enough to for the occasion. I took a moment to double-check my reflection in the mirror.

I had chosen this dress very specifically and carefully, with Alessio's grandmother in mind.