I see Lucas come back from the bathroom, and I grinned like an idiot to see him only wearing his boxer. He lies next to me on the bed, accommodates me in his arms, making me rest my head on his chest, and then kiss my hair; I hear him sigh "my shirt fits you much better than it does me," he comments. With his fingers, he undoes the first button.

"What are you doing?" I ask between laughs.

"Enjoying the view," he explains with a voice so sensual that it can melt the poles' ice.

"I think that's what you were doing a few moments ago right?" I ask between laughs.

Lucas laughs at my question and presses me closer against his body. "You are exquisite," he murmurs and kisses my hair again. "I love you, Sienna Di Marco. Have you felt comfortable?" he asks, and I smile widely.

I roll my body to lie on my side. As I get lost in the sculptural landscape that is his semi-naked body, I look at him, "I have been much more than comfortable; I feel complete. You h