𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚, olive

❝ wrap your arms around me, baby boy. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

The pain is sharp and raw, coming from the old surgery wound on the bottom of my waist, on the right side. I need to disinfect it — just a precaution against infection.

I grab the first aid kit from the counter.The familiar scent of antiseptic greets me as I open it. Love it. I take out the necessary supplies — sterile wipes, antiseptic solution, and a bandage.

The coolness of the bathroom tiles sends a shiver through my body as I prepare to clean and disinfect the wound.

I lift my shirt and slightly lower the top of my skirt, exposing the wound, revealing the redness beneath.

The room is filled with the sterile scent of disinfectant as I unwrap a wipe and press it against the injured area. I did not miss that smell at all.

I inhale sharply, feeling the sting as the antiseptic makes contact. Fuck it hurts. I press on, gently cleaning the wound, removing any potential threat of infection.

As I work, the events leading to this moment do not replay in my mind but the events after. The events being making out with Pedri in the middle of his friend's kitchen.

How stupid was that? I can't deny I loved it though. That man knows his way around a woman's mouth.

I officially know what all the fuss is about. Because anything I might've forgotten from that night, I definitely remember now.

How smooth and clean he is, while being possessive and in control. Not in control of his dick though. He's lucky none of his friends noticed, yet.

The bathroom door creaks open, and I glance over my shoulder to see Pedri's head appear. Concern etches his face as he takes in the scene. "Are you okay?" He asks.

I nod, offering a weak smile. "Just being cautious. Didn't want to risk an infection."

He nods understandingly, "We're waiting out there for you." He remarks, closing the door behind him.

The fact that all I can think about right now is how I should've pulled him in here and do it right on this counter proves how much of an idiot I'm turning into.

I swear to all the heavens above, if I fall for Pedri González for real, I'm going to kill myself. And with the way he's been acting towards me these last few days, it's not looking good.

Falling for that guy was not on my 2026 bucket list, and it will not be achieved. Just because he's starting to be on my mind all the damn time doesn't mean I like like him.

I am just extremely attracted to him and that's it.

I finish up disinfecting the wound, one careful wipe at a time, trying to think of anything else but banana boy. Oh my God, did I joke last night about calling him that because I like to eat his- My God!

I'm never drinking again.

I pack up the first aid kit when I'm done and place it back in its corner before fixing up my clothes properly again. I wash my hands and throw some water on my face to wake me.