CAILY GALILEO
It was 1pm but I still had not gotten out of bed. Clad in another shirt belonging to Pietro but this time, in my own room, I could not get out of bed.
I had tried about an hour earlier but my trembling legs had been too obvious and so I had just given up and decided to remain right here in bed.
My head didn't ache like I thought it would with the thoughts of self guilt, shame, embarrassment and all.
Far from it, I felt a little bit at peace and if there was anything that didn't give me as much peace, it was Pietro's adamance on me telling him I loved him before he could f**k me.
I didn't love him and I didn't want to ever have to love him but I loved his body and I loved his c**k…
Heavens….
Just thinking about his c**k, hard, throbbing in my mouth and throat, the
