Marcell’s POV.
“Well, I don’t think we’ve ever done that before,” Olivia remarked as she snuggled into my side more.
“Which part? Because I’m pretty sure there were some parts we’ve done before.” I said into her hair the blanket wrapped around us shook slightly with her laugh.
I absorbed the sound of her laugh. It was a welcomed reprieve from the events of the last twenty-four hours. Laying wrapped in a quiet cocoon with the woman I loved as the morning sun cast a beautiful golden hue over the two of us. Both of us in a various stage of undress.
After our discussion came to a conclusion my physical restrain had snapped. I had little to no interest in taking Olivia back to her room. Needing to communicate to her somehow all of the things I didn't have words to.