Mia woke up in Francis’s arms. He was still asleep. He was so gorgeous. His lips were perfectly shaped, his thick eyebrows were narrowing those beautiful eyes and his skin was so smooth and tasty.
She was gently caressing his face, with soft strokes, barely touching him because she just wanted to stay there and watch him sleep for a little longer.
Last night was magical. He overdid himself, cooking, having the band there with the classic lovely music, the flowers, the fairy lights, she felt so special. And then, him asking her to be his girlfriend. Such a sweet moment that she could have made love to him there and then, if there wasn’t the dinner still waiting for them and the band there. Probably it was a good thing the musicians were there, the thought of being watched stopped them several times during the night to jump all over each other.