Assassin [18+]

A piece from everyone

§Morgana Acampora§

Eros went out for a run fifteen minutes ago and he offered me a place beside him but I told him I wanted to stay here and keep sleeping...the thing is that I haven't been able to go back to sleep since he left. I hopped out of bed and walked out of the bedroom with Cristian's room as my destination.

"I know you're awake, princesita!" He shouted before I even touched the door knob.

A smile curved my lips as I walked into his bedroom; his window is already open, letting the natural light brighten the room.

"Good morning, Zadra," I crawled into bed with him and wrapped my right arm around him to hold him tightly. "That's going to stick as your nickname."

"Okay, princesita," he held me close and pecked the top of my head. "What's wrong? You can't sleep?"

"Eros went for a run...we are going to try the whole relationship thing, Cristian," I looked up at him and he was already looking at me. "It feels right but you're the only person I fully trust."

"That makes me feel special but it worries me at the same time," he told.

"You're the only one who knows everything about me," I stated. "I'm scared of explicitly telling Eros about what Nick has done to me throughout the years; I've only touched the surface with him when it comes to the subject."

Cristian's lips gently pecked my forehead "You have no idea of how deeply Eros loves you; you don't have to open yourself completely until you feel entirely comfortable, princesita but don't panic, you need to give it time."

"I'm just scared that if he doesn't know everything from the get go, he'll leave me as soon as he knows, when I'm far too fucking in love..."

My best friend pulled away and sat on his heels "Why don't we talk about it over breakfast? I'll make fresh orange juice," he offered.

It only takes that for me to be convinced and he knows it very well "Fine but you have to cook me the best breakfast you've ever cooked in your entire life because bumpy is hungry," my right hand gently rubbed my stomach over my shirt.

"I wouldn't dare to do anything less," he jumped off the bed and picked me up bridal style to take me downstairs. Cristian sat me on the living room sofa and pecked both of my cheeks before walking away to the kitchen; the view from here is fucking heavenly. To have a tranquil morning is not something I'm used to so this is beyond pleasant and beautiful to me...even if it seems so simple.

As I enjoyed the view and the exquisite smell coming from the kitchen, along with Cristian singing, he cooked for around thirty minutes and then came to get me. He took my hand and guided me to the round table with the breakfast waiting for us "I made you tortilla de patatas," he told "it's carbs upon carbs so it's—"