Emma’s eyes sprung open at the sound of his deep, resonant voice in her head. Vanni looked down at her from where he sat at the edge of the bed. He wore a blue-and-white striped shirt and cobalt blue tie along with a pair of gray pants. The bangs of his brown hair had fallen forward, parenthesizing his sea-colored eyes. She’d never been so glad to see anything in her whole life than she was his face in that moment. She reached up and touched the scruff on is lean jaw, assuring herself he was there. “You,” she replied with sleepy honesty. The small smile faded from his firm lips. He leaned down and kissed her, his slow, patient cadence quickly turning faster and more forceful. His hand trailed down her side and cupped her hip, rolling her closer to him. She moaned into his mouth and delved her fingers into his hair, losing herself in his taste. “I don’t appreciate you depriving me of this,”
