Chapter 75 Promises In The Morning

• Lily stirred as the soft touch of fingers grazed her cheek, warmth chasing away the lingering tendrils of sleep. She blinked against the golden light filtering through the curtains, her body instinctively curling toward the familiar presence beside her.
• Giovanni.
• He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his dark eyes filled with something she rarely saw—apology. The crisp white shirt he wore was slightly unbuttoned at the top, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. He looked exhausted, as if he hadn’t slept at all.