*Caterina*
I wasn’t entirely expecting to see or hear from Elio so soon.
He was a completely different case to be dealt with than my mom. I was glad to have cleared the air with her but didn’t know if I was ready for the conversation with Elio. And from the worrisome look in his eyes, I could tell that even he knew that.
My heart had jumped into my throat when I heard my door begin to creak open. I’d quickly turned my head and saw Elio standing on the other side, waiting for my approval to step in. His voice sounded small and laced with concern.
I hastily wiped away what remained of my tears and quietly cleared my throat.
“Yeah, I guess,” I said.
Elio wasted zero time stepping into my room, closing the door behind him, and moving to sit beside me. I felt the mattress dip as his muscularly larger frame took up the space. He placed his arms around me, and I became engulfed in his familiar and comforting scent of him.
