Katya
I wake to fingers gently moving my hair aside. Opening my eyes, I find Mateo leaning over me. I smile up at him, and he leans down, pressing his lips to mine softly before gently nipping my bottom lip.
“Morning,” I greet him, and he chuckles.
“It’s the middle of the day,” he whispers before fiddling with something. I look down to see what he is doing, but I can only see his hands underneath my chin. He pulls them away, and a chain scrapes against my neck as he turns it, making me look down to see my pumpkin necklace.
“You found it?” I whisper, rubbing my thumb over the gold pumpkin, relief floods me that they found the last thing my mother ever gave me. Looking down at it, I became choked with emotion, I thought it was funny when she gave it to me, but now it was my most cherish
