Amber"s pov
It's been two days since I was back in the real world.
And Antonio is being extra nice,
He is all around me, he is everywhere I look
Is he scared 9f me being taken away again?
Why should he be scared?
Why is he all nice?
I don't think I can dismiss this thought I want to ask him
I want him to tell me it is because he loves me, it is because if I am taken away his world will crumble
I want him to open up and talk to me
But I don't ask him about any of it I just watch him and enjoy his care.
This is the first time I have been this close,
I am at his house lying on his bed,
He cleaned my bruises and redressed all my injuries,
I am sad I will be leaving soon, I know he thinks I will be here longer
He is caring and steals glances at me like a kid
He still does not smile even once
He does not frown either, he is just blank
Like a white sheet of paper, I don't look at his eyes
Maybe I should? I will see him
I will see his emotions maybe he would smile if I said a joke,
I raise my eyes and look at him now, he looks handsome in his white sleeves.
He looks so innocent, he looks calm and there is something else,
Is that a veil coming off, I look more into his eyes
And he stands and leaves the room,
Is he scared of my eyes taking down his walls?
I use the opportunity to watch him leave, I watch his body flex as he walks, his height tower and his hair black as coal fall to the side
He is a beauty, a silent one that comes with the storm.
But it is all I want his storm between my thighs
I smile to myself.
I should not be thinking of this now, but it is his fault, he brought me to his house and he is in my head.
I think of what he has done with ruper,
Did he kill the bastard?
I want to do it myself, it's been a long I used a gun.
The last time I used it was when uncle Dante was teaching me how to use one.
I still have my birthday gift tucked somewhere
A beretta m9.
It is time to hold it
It is time I test it
It is time to know if a gun or a knife is better.
I think I would not like it messy
But I don't mind if I have to.
He walks back in goes to his drawer, he looks in my direction, I pretend to be asleep
He turns to the closet,
I open my eyes
He takes his shorts off
I stare at his body, he takes his trousers off and takes a new pair of clothing.
He wears the tuxedo and arranges his hair
The scent that fills the whole room comes from his direction.
I don't move I just lie there and inhale