𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, pedri

❝ and you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

The scar on Olive's body actually scared me at first. It's definitely not what I expected when I saw her holding herself when she came into the kitchen.

I also can't believe the way she broke a man's nose with such ease and proceeded to go on as if nothing happened.

I'm pretty sure that if she wasn't in pain from her scar she'd have also broken his dick. However, it's a good thing she didn't. She left that up to me.

I'm already planning the way I'm gonna hunt him down and fuck smash his face. What was he even doing at Fer's party? Even Ferran didn't seem to recognize him.

I'm sitting next to Liv right now as she holds the ice over her injury. At first I thought she was bleeding, then I notice it was just swollen.

I also thought that he had cause the bruise, then I realized it was already stitched up. Luckily he didn't hit her too hard that it caused real damage. She was lucky.

Not so lucky to have experienced that, but lucky enough to have gotten away.

I look back at her, watching as she holds the pack on herself, her shirt lifted up and held by her bra. I hate myself for actually finding it hot.

The tattoo makes her so much more attractive than she already was. And it's so badass. Like who'd tattoo over a stupid surgery scar?

I wonder what the surgery was about but probably not anything important if she hasn't told me about it.

"You're gonna hunt the guy down aren't you?" Olive speaks up.

"What?" I know she has a photographic memory, but how does that mean reading minds?

"Just don't kill him. You're already under obligation of a pr relationship, beating someone up isn't gonna do your image any good." She explains. "Just report to the police. If we're lucky they'll believe us, if not he'll get away with it. We're already living in a fucked up world." Her voice is so soft and sincere.

I love that she's letting me help her and giving me her trust. But she's also letting her guard down. I hate that she's become so weak to think like that.

"No he isn't walking freely. He's gonna pay for what he did. Almost did." I correct myself. "We're not just going to let him get away with it. No way. No dejaré que esto suceda incluso si eso significa que mi reputación se joda. (I won't let it happen even if it means my reputation getting fucked.)"

"It's not gonna go to the point where you risk your career for me, Pedri. Nos ocuparemos de ese imbécil de alguna manera. (We'll deal with that asshole in a way.)" I'm freaking in love with her Spanish accent. I still can't believe she never told me about it earlier.

"Aceituna, tu seguridad significa mucho más para mí que mi reputación. (Aceituna, your safety means much more to me than my reputation.)" A month. Only a freaking month of living with her and she's already becoming someone I'd kill for.

And what's the worst part, the fact that I somehow still can't stand her yet can't imagine my life without her being in it anymore.