•Andrea•
The elevator binged opened and we both stepped into his living room.
He threw his jacket on his couch and marched further into the living room. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll go have my chef prepare something for you to eat and--'
"There is no need for that, Riccardo. I only came here because I was the reason you got hurt. Although, it may seem now that my presence isn't really needed here anymore, so I'll just---"
He grabbed my hand and smiled a little. "No. I'm sorry. I do need you. I'll just um... I'll just go get the first aid kit now. I'm really sorry."
I looked at him.
He tilted a brow as he looked at me. "Promise me you won't leave. You aren't going to disappear before I get back with the kit right?"
I shot him a look of scrutiny. "That depends on how fast you get
