Melanie’s POV
After Adriano had his dinner, I gave him some painkillers that he took grudgingly but I put my foot down and insisted so there was no way for him to win that argument with me.
“Thank you, Melanie,” he said.
I was drying off the dish he used while he was keeping me company in the kitchen.
“For what?”
”Taking care of me,” he replied.
“I didn’t do much. I just stitched you up,” I responded.
“You did more than that. You were my safe space. I went out today knowing I had you to come home to and I’ve never had that,” he said.
I frowned in confusion. “You’ve never had a safe space?”
"I've never had someone to come home to. Someone is waiting up and worried about me. I've never had that and you gave me that. You shined your light in my dark world and gave it color."
God, he
