CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Diego and I spent the whole night hugging; I felt so guilty for him coming all this way and having me cry myself to sleep. I was weak, despite having such a strong body.
I rolled over to see him sleeping with a slight frown on his face, it was now I realised that I could smell blood.
I knew I had not hurt him, but I also knew that he was injured.
I stroked his soft green hair and he soon stirred. His face changed into a big grin, as he let out a content little sigh.
‘Lorenzo’. He sighed happily.
‘Good morning’. I frowned.
He sat up, hiding his injury.
‘Did something happen?’. He frowned.
‘Show it to me’. I growled.
He gasped and let out a deep grin, as he began unzipping his jeans.
I blushed deeply and shook my head.
‘Not your penis, you idiot. Your injury’. I muttered awkwardly.
He gave me a disappointed look but nodded. He soon lifted his shirt up to show an angry red oozing claw mark, which he had done his best to stitch up himself.