CAILY GALILEO
I slowly opened my eyes to the rapidly becoming familiar ceiling. An attempt to open my eyes completely made my head hurt and so I shut my eyes tightly and groaned.
I reached a hand to my forehead and rubbed on it gently, trying to rub the headache away even when it was clear that rubbing it away would simply not prove effective in this moment.
I kept my eyes shut, not moving my head as I reached a hand to the other side of the bed and tried to feel if anyone, Pietro, was there but I couldn't feel him.
He wasn't there. This bed was huge but I knew Pietro would never sleep so far away from me if he was on this bed with me.
He wasn't here but his cologne was all over me. The explanation for that? I was in his shirt.
"Pietro." I groaned out his name softly, hoping he
