Adrian
A soft knock on my bedroom door shook me from my thoughts, and I made my way to open the door. The bane of my distraction stood in front of me, her face a mixture of shyness and hesitance. She blushed harder when our eyes met, and I could say that she still remembered the moment our lips met, the warmth of my skin against her, the sensation still fresh in her memory.
I stared at her, waiting for her to open her mouth, which she did.
" I am here to... dress the wound? " she said, indicating the cut where blood dripped down my shoulder and biceps again. I had washed the wound earlier but still, some blood dripped out of the cuts. " Luca... he asked me to. " I knew her enough to know that she stuttered whenever she was nervous. And I was damn sure that she was nervous to be alone
