*Layla*
The sun was just peeking over the horizon when I opened my eyes on the morning after our wedding. For a moment, I lay still, savoring the warmth of Dante's arm draped over me and the soft sound of his breathing. My husband. The thought brought a smile to my face.
I carefully extricated myself from his embrace, not wanting to wake him just yet. Padding softly to the balcony of our honeymoon suite, I stepped out into the crisp morning air. The beach stretched out before me, the gentle lapping of waves against the shore a soothing backdrop to my thoughts.
So much had changed in such a short time.
"Good morning, Mrs. DeLuca," Dante's voice, husky with sleep, came from behind me. His arms encircled my waist as he pressed a kiss to my neck.
I leaned back into him, savoring his warmth. "Good morning, Mr. DeLuca," I replied, unable to keep the smile from my voice.