Chapter Fifty-One
Matteo
Hours later, we’re tangled in her bed, limbs intertwined, skin slick with sweat.
The sheets are halfway off the mattress, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction, and I’ve got an arm slung possessively around her waist.
My body is heavy with exhaustion, but I don’t mind it. Not when she’s here.
Daphne rests her head against my chest, her fingers moving in slow, lazy patterns over my stomach. Her touch is soft, easy and absentminded, but it does something to me anyway.
Makes me feelsettledin a way I probably shouldn’t.
I hum, the sound vibrating through my chest, contentment bleeding through my veins.
"Do you do that much cardio every day at training?" she asks, her voice raspy from exertion.
I chuckle, my grip on her waist tightening just slightly. "Nope. This wasextra."
"For me?" she teases.
"Of course." I press a kiss to the top of her head, inhalingthe lingering scent of her shampoo. "I’m a dedicated athlete,giornalista. I always go the extra mile."
She snorts, her breath warm against my skin. "I think you went an extrathreemiles tonight."
"Hmm. You kept up pretty well."
She lifts her head to glare at me, and I grin because Ilovegetting under her skin.
"Careful, Rossi."
I smirk.
"You know I’m always careful when it counts."
She laughs softly, and just like that, the weight of everything else fades. My thumb brushes over her cheek, and my smirk eases into something softer.
"Come and stay with me this weekend."
Her brows lift slightly, like she wasn’t expecting it.
"I - at your place?"
"Yeah." I nod. "Training’s been brutal with the final next week, but we could hang out, swim,relax,eat too much pasta..."
"Why do I have a feeling that your idea of relaxing involves running sprints up your driveway?"
"Only if you join me," I smirk.
"I don’t know… a whole weekend at your place?" she muses, eyes twinkling. "Sounds suspiciously like you’re trying towoome."
I grin.
"What gave me away?"
"Youinvitingme, for one. And the pasta," she says. "You knowI can never resist good carbs."
"Perfect." I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Then you’ll be there on Friday night."
