Giovanni's POV

I woke up stiff and frustrated, staring at the ceiling as my body reminded me exactly what had happened the night before, outside that courtyard.

Arya's lips on mine. The little sounds she made when I kissed her neck. The way she'd come closer, like she couldn't get enough of me.

My hand automatically went down, squeezing through my boxers, but I stopped. Pathetic. I was Giovanni De Santis, for fuck's sake.

I didn't lose control over a woman, nor did I wake up like that from the