Innocence
The morning sun filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting pools of golden light on her porcellana, in porcellana skin. She stirred slightly, a small smile gracing her lips as strong arms tightened around her. She felt sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza cradled in his embrace, as if the nightmares of her past had all but dissipated, turned to ashes and carried away da the wind. A warm glow settled in the pit of her stomach.
Salmon locks tickled her nose. They smelled sweet, like…her preferito fragola and vanilla shampoo. She pursed her lips in a small pout and squirmed out of the embrace. She could have stayed there...
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