LUCIANO POV
I felt something soft in my arms. Unconsciously I find myself moving closer to what was there. My eyes were still closed. I don't feel like opening them. For some reason, I prefer being like this. Holding whatever my hands were on. It is so relaxing and comfortable.
I sniffed the air and took in a familiar scent I know well. The scent calmed me down and made me smile.
A small movement caught my attention.
Like why is the thing on my hand moving? Could it be that I am holding an animal or something dangerous?
I quickly opened my eyes ready to jump when I saw what or rather who my hands have been holding. I was dumbfounded about what is going on right in front of my eyes.
My hands were holding Natasha who was still sleeping peacefully.
I have so many questions running
