XENIA
“I’m so sorry,” I apologized, my eyes glossing with tears as embarrassment crept over every inch of my skin.
Immediately, he wrapped an arm around me waist and pulled my back to his chest, not caring that I reeked of puke.
“For what? It’s not your fault you had an upset stomach, at least now the toxins bugging your system are out,” he said while reaching around to gently rub my tummy.
I was completely short of words upon his tender reaction and thoughtful response so I just quietly nodded as he led us towards the stairs. Just as I was about to ask for cleaning supplies to get rid of the mess I’d made, he stopped by a landline attached to the wall beside the stairs and dialed a number.
“Miss Esperanza, kindly come in to clean up the mess in the living room, thank you,” he replace
