Time passed quickly, and before anyone knew it, the morning of Maya's wedding had arrived.
Early that morning, the room was bathed in a soft, dim dawn light. Adrian woke up first, shifting slightly on the mattress to turn toward Matteo's side of the bed. Propending on one elbow, he lay there quietly, his eyes washing over Matteo's sleeping face in absolute admiration.
Wow, my baby is just too handsome... Adrian thought to himself, a warm, soft smile gracing his lips.
He looked at Matteo's sharp jawline and his little messy hair. Unable to resist the temptation, Adrian reached out a hand, his fingertips feather-light as he gently touched Matteo's smooth cheek, tracing down to the bridge of his straight nose.
His fingers wandered down, lightly brushing against Matteo's broad chest, feeling the steady, comforting rise and fall of his breathing. Finally, Adrian's thumb came to rest on Matteo's lower lip, tracing the plump contour.
