Ripped

You hurt me but yet my soul is still yearning for you. I am done fighting for you but my heart is still searching for you against my will.

Bianca

I woke up later in the morning to the fulgent patterns of sunlight and this time, Stefano was nowhere to be found on the bed.

I tried to move but I felt the throbbing ache in between my laps but I still managed to pull myself up to the bathroom.

I had to pee.

My eyes searched every corner of the room but there was still no sign of Stefano.

I looked into mirror as I saw the hickey plastered on my neck from yesterday's kiss.

I blushed trying to hide it from view using the towel to cover it.

I brushed my teeth and took my bath and immediately I was done, I heard the door knuckle twitched.

That must be Stefano as my eyes danced in joy.

I hurried out with my towel and there was the Greek god, he was already facing the mirror...he looked damn hot on his white joggers and white Adidas sport shirt.

I guess he went for a jog.