Matteo's pov.
After a while, we lay on the bed. Anna's head was resting on my shoulder, and she was lying in my arms. She was talking non-stop, and I was staring at her face. I could not take my eyes off her face, not even blink.
She was telling me something about the party arrangement with excitement and enthusiasm. But I doubted I had heard any of her words as I was busy staring at the movement of her lips, the shine of her eyes, and her beautiful face. I slightly caressed her face with the back of my hand, trailing my knuckles on her cheekbone, grazing my thumb on her lips, and tracing her outline with my fingers.
“Are you listening?” She complained as she sensed I was busy admiring her.
“I hear, sugar. You keep talking. I never want you to stop speaking. I can listen to you all nig
