CAILY GALILEO
I was lying in Pietro's arms in my bed. He was holding onto me firmly like he was scared I would push honour of the room the moment he let goof me.
The medical personnel had come over and had taken care of my cut. Pietro's stab wound had also been taken care of, although I still could not get my heart to stop aching over it or get over the worry.
Pietro pressed his lips to my forehead, planting a kiss there. An action that made me snuggle even closer to him, careful not to press my body to his injured though.
His finger played lightly with the tip of my hair.
"Pietro" I mumbled his name softly, my head on his chest, listening to the pound of his heart.
"Hmm?" I liked the vibration that came from his chest as he urged me to go on with my words.
I snuggled up with
