ARIA’s POV
As I blinked to adjust to the lighting in the room, my eyes gradually became accustomed to the brightness. Turning my gaze, I saw Matteo beside me, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath.
His arms enveloped me as he slept, and he appeared serene and strikingly beautiful. I brushed some hair out of his face and couldn't help but notice how perfect his eyelashes were. His lips and jawline looked just as flawless. Then, my gaze fell upon his chest, where I noticed an ugly scar. As I traced my finger along the scar, I saw him gulp and furrow his eyebrows in his sleep.
“Daya”. He whispered in his sleep, and I immediately knew there were some bad memories attached to his first wife. Maybe he still loved her.
“Matteo?”. I whispered as his breathing became heavy, and he squeezed his eyes and turned his head from side to side. He was having a nightmare, and I could see some beads of sweat on his forehead.