"Wait... what?" I asked, sitting up a little to stare at his face. "What do you mean you're leaving? Where are you going to, and when are you coming back?"
“Relax, Ayárun, you," he says, running his hand through my hair. "What I meant to say was that I will be leaving for five days. I need to attend a treaty pact in Italy and will be back next week."
"Do you have to go?"
"It's important I go; if it wasn't, I wouldn't think twice about staying here with you. Snuggling together," he said, kissing me. Lifting me up so that I was straddling his hips.
I released my lips from his when he started to sit up, both my arms on his shoulder blades. "When do you have to leave?"
"This evening
"Isn't that early?" I whined. "Can't you leave tomorrow instead?"
"I can't, Micaela." He used his
