Melanie’s POV
If someone had told me that I was going to spend most of my night stitching up a man with a stab wound, I would have laughed in their faces.
And it would have been more unbelievable if the person had added that the same person I stitched up would try to harass me.
I’d been living here for weeks and even though, Adriano and I had tethered on the edge of our attraction towards each other, he had never done anything inappropriate to me or even made me uncomfortable.
I didn't communicate much with the ground guards in the house but I assumed they'd be like, Ralph. Grumpy, quiet, and focused on their jobs. The last thing I expected was for Mateo to come on to me considering I didn't think he was dumb enough to have been oblivious to my conversation with, Adriano in the medical
