Domenico
Domenico woke when the soft mattress shifted next to him. He rolled to his stomach, still deeply relaxed, and peeked from beneath the curtain of his hair. Seth sat on the edge of the bed, massaging his nape. He’d complained before that the bed wasn’t comfortable and sometimes made his neck ache in the mornings. Domenico would have knelt and offered him a massage if he wasn’t so sleepy.




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