Desperado

part 82

it's 9 in the morning and i've only had 4 hours of sleep. elijah was crying all night which was driving me nuts. jamie was sweet enough to take care of him so i can go to bed.

i should be sleeping right now but i can't. my mind keeps wandering off to yesterday. gio told me he loved someone, then later went on and told me what a horrible person joey is.

it was all starting to make sense. maybe joey is a sociopath. he killed people that i cared about and is always good with his words. he made me hate gio and see this horrible side to him but gio was the complete opposite

gio is kind and cares about me. he's the only person joey can't kill which means he'll be with me forever

i move myself closer to gio on the bed. my hand threads in his hair and he wraps his arm around my waist.

i wonder what goes through his mind. what does he think about me? what's his next plan? are we going to stay in miami?

i wish i could ask him all these questions, they're starting to eat me out. i know he opened up to me yesterday in the car but i want to know more about him

i remind myself that time is the answer. i know he'll tell me everything eventually, i just need to be patient

but how much longer? it feels like i don't have enough time left, i want to get to know him before it's too late, before something horrible happens.

i move my hand to his lips, his oh so soft lips. as much as i want to lean in and give him a peck, i don't want to wake up him

he looked tired last night after coming back from his office. obviously i did some things and let him release some of his stress on me, it was what i was best at

we probably fucked for over two hours which was our new record. it does get exhausting at times but i'm starting to realize he comes a lot quicker when it comes to me

"what are you thinking about?" he ask half asleep

a smile grows on my face and he slowly starts opening his eyes

"nothing"

"did elijah finally stop crying?" half of his face was smushed in the pillow, he looks adorable

"yea, 4 hours ago"

"have you slept?"

"a little, i didn't get much sleep" i frown

"why not?" he props up on his elbow

i stare at the ceiling, his stare in the mornings was intimidating, "i had a lot on my mind"

"like what" he ask

"look who's asking all the questions now" i cross my arms and meet his eyes

he starts laughing, "let's play a game"

"a game?" he doesn't look like the game type of person

"10 questions" he answers

"you mean 21 questions" i correct him

"nope, 10"

"it's 21 question-"

"nope" he interrupts me

i look away from him, it's 21 questions.

"i'll give you a minute to ask me 10 questions..."

"a minu-" a minute is barely enough time

"go!" he says

my eyes widen, "um... your favorite color?"

"black"