Betrayed For The Mafia (18+) (2 of 3)

I wake up to my stomach rumbling for the first time in months, begging me to eat something. I glance down at Enzo still in the same position he fell asleep in, with his head against the top of my stomach and his arm around my hips holding me to him, fast asleep. He's heavy and I'm uncomfortable, but not an inch of me minds. This is all I wanted for months and now it's happening.

I move my left hand down to gently run my fingers through his hair, just to make sure this is real. Maybe I'm still dreaming, maybe the past 24 hours didn't actually happen.

But when the soft curls touch my fingers, a gasp escapes my throat and he stirs, his breathing changing as he wakes up.

"Sorry, I wanted to let you sleep," I tell him, still moving my fingers through his hair.

His hand on my hip grips me tighter as his cheek turns and his lips kiss the top of my stomach, over my t-shirt.

"You're still here," he replies in a sleepy surprised voice, like he kissed me for the same reason I felt his hair and then realized I was also real.

"Of course," I say and he rolls on his back, yawning with his hand over his mouth. I take the opportunity to sit up and climb over his lap, straddling him.

"Tired?" I ask him as he smiles up to me, his hands finding my thighs over my leggings.

"No, but yes," he says and I smirk down at him, confused. "The type of tired from oversleeping after not sleeping for awhile."

My smile falters as his words bring out the guilt in my chest. His hand comes up and cups my right cheek and I lean into it.

"I sleep better with you," he says as if to ease my mind and searches my eyes with his.

"I missed you," I reply and his thumb runs over my frowning lips. His eyes fixate on them as my bottom lip pulls down slightly by his deliberate move.

"I'm also hungry," I add with a pout and he drops his hand, smirking at my random comment.

"Then we will get you some food, princess."

"Thank you, sir," I reply coyly and he sits up, his face suddenly eye level with mine an inch away as his fingers tighten on my thighs.

"If you keep that up, we won't be leaving this room."

I don't know if it's a threat or a promise...

I lean in closer, my nose brushing his. "Please, sir," I whisper against his lips.

He stiffens beneath me as he inhales sharply, his hands moving to my waist as I close my eyes and wait for his next move. But I'm genuinely surprised when he lifts me and places me gently on my back beside him.

"Nice try," he chuckles and I smirk at him, watching him stand and stretch.

"What time is it?" I ask as he checks his watch.

"Four."

Jesus. We slept all day...

- - -

We are sitting at the kitchen counter on the black wooden stools as Daria cooks us pasta, looking over at me with a warm smile every little bit. She insisted on cooking when she saw us leave my room. Part of me thinks she was waiting down the hall for us. She said she was cleaning... but it is too big of a coincidence for me to fully believe. Either way, her warm greeting and surprised glee about the baby was exactly what I didn't know I needed after such a terrible last 24 hours... well, after the terrible last few months in general.