His Guilty Pleasure

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TW : needle

Bella's pov :

"Stella?" he said. "What are you doing here?" I turned around and saw Vincent closing the bathroom door, holding a first aid kit.

"Oh, umm, hi sir, it's actually Bella. I'm sorry for getting in your room. I was just looking for the kitchen."

"Oh, this is not my room. It's Vittorio's."

"Oh, ok." As soon as I heard Vittorio's name, I felt my cheeks heat up.

Weird.

"Bella?"  Vincent waved his hand infront of my face and I got back to reality.

"BELLA?" I heard someone yell and the door of the bathroom suddenly opened.

"Oh god." Vincent whispered and hid his face with his palms.

I looked to the door and I was met with a shirtless Vittorio with a bandage on his arm. A deeper shade of red appeared on my face and so did on Vittorio's face.

"Vittorio, hi." I smiled at him and he smiled too.

"I'm leaving." Vincent said and he looked at me, then Vittorio and shook his head. He walked to the door whispering something and walked out of the room.

As soon as he left as alone, I looked back at Vittorio and found him staring at his arm in pain.

I approached him and took his hand on mine. I undid the rushed bandage Vincent put on him and examined his scar. It was a deep one, probably from a knife and it needed immediate stitches.

"Your wound needs stitches. I know how to do it. I just need the necessary tools."

Vittorio looked at me with a look I can't describe and showed me his table.

"Vincent left the first aid kit here. Maybe there's something you need in there." I nodded my head in his words and took the first aid kit.

I opened it and found a needle and a thread. Vittorio sat on his bed and I sat next to him. My floral dress rised up to my thighs and I tried to pull it down but it kept rising up. Vittorio must have sensed my discomfort because he took a blanket and put it on my legs, covering my thighs.

I looked at him and smiled.

I reached for his hand and took it in my palms.

"This will hurt a lot ok?" He nodded his head and I put the needle on his skin.

I started to sew his wound and i saw that he reached for the blanket and applied pressure to it even though he tried to hide it. I felt bad for him so i took the blanket off of me and put his hand on my thigh.

"Don't care about me ok? Apply as much pressure as you want."

He looked at his hand at my thigh and he blushed as he nodded his head.

I continued stitching him and let out a groan of pain.

As I continued, I looked at him and asked him.

"How did you get hurt?"

He looked at me and laughed.

"I'm afraid if I tell you, I'll then have to kill you. Sorry. Maybe another time." He said and I laughed.

"Ok. Some other time then."

As I finished stitching his wound, I put the needle back on the first aid kit and closed it.