Zara's POV
As dawn softly brushed the Parisian skyline, I found myself cocooned in the comforting warmth of Vittorio's embrace. The delicate play of morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. It was still early, and for a moment, I allowed myself to enjoy the serene silence and the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
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