The ocean breeze was what woke Vanessa up as she stood up from the large clean king-sized bed. Marcel being a darling changed the sheets and cleaned her up, it else she would have woken up grumpy this morning, she traced a finger on his chest, but light enough not to wake him up from sleep knowing he had been stressed these fast few days,
She instantly stood up picking up the first thing she saw, which was his white shirt, wearing it and leaving some of the buttons exposed, ruffling her hair, as she walked to the balcony to take in the seaside breeze and the solace that comes with it,
Not long after felt a pair of arms around her, as she leaned into the familiar arms of the awaiting mafia,
“Good morning angel,” he mumbled groggily his voice hoarse as he urged her closer not wanting to
