πππππππ, πππππ (~ππππ)
some would say that italian summers were too hot and overrated, but as ariel let her lashes fan across his bare shoulder, she scarcely remembered the feeling of discomfort. it didnβt matter that they had to sneak around her family, his wife, and every other person who would recognise her as a savoyΒ Β Β Β her nondescript little villa on the outskirts of catania was hers alone. a place she used to focus on writing her next novel, without any distractions. that was, until he crossed the threshold for the first time and made the place theirs, and what a welcomed distraction he became! ariel woke him with a series of soft kisses up his arm, each more insistent than the one before. βthis is the last chance you have to stop me from working on my pages.... so you better wake up!β ( @beaudebelgiqueβ )Β
