The sun was slowly shining through the curtains, waking you up with a warm glow on your face. When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Damiano, leaning on his elbow, staring at you with a smile.

“Do you look at me when I sleep?” you mumbled sleepily, rubbing your eyes.

“Maybe,” he replied with feigned innocence. “But that’s only because you look like a little angel.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. “It’s a little weird, you know?”

“Maybe,” he repeated, running his finger down your cheek until he reached your jawline. “But I couldn’t help it. I still can’t believe I have someone like you.”

His words were quiet, almost a whisper, but their meaning hit you right in the heart. He pulled you closer, enveloping you in his arms, and you sighed contentedly.

“I can always look at you, right?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your hair.