𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃

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𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒶'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

We finally arrive back to the apartment and I walk in and flop down onto the bed.

Greyson stifles a laugh, "What's up with you?"

"What if some of them don't have families? What are they going to do then?" Slowly sitting up and leaning against the headboard.

"I imagine they'll be put into foster care or an adoption centre that way they'll be taken care of."

"Grey, I don't want the same thing that happened to me happening to them, they've been through way too much as it is." My voice full of worry.

"Lorenzo won't let that happen Ol." His voice comforting.

I let out a sigh, "I'm getting a shower, you should too. I can smell you from here." Laughing whilst I throw a pillow at him.

"Are you offering me to take a shower with you right now Olivia Rivera?" He raises a brow with that silly smirk on his face.

The way my name casually rolls of his tongue makes my stomach flip.

Although I can't see my own face I know I've turned red. I ignore his comment, "Damn you used my government name."

"Do you not have a middle name?" He drops the shower comment. 

Thank you Lord.

"I do."

"What is it?"

"Nothing for nosies, go eat your bogies." Putting on a singing voice.

He rolls his eyes, "What is it Ol?"

"What's yours grey?" Rolling my eyes too.

"Are you mocking me?" He raises a brow.

"Am I?" I challenge.

He smirks, "Mines Romeo."

"Greyson Romeo Valente." I tease.

"What's yours?"

"Lucia." My voice barely above a whisper.

"Say that again."

"Olivia Lucia Rivera." I roll my eyes.

He pinches my hip, "Don't roll your eyes."

I roll them again, "Carry on and I'll make them roll back."

I bite my lip trying to stop the smirk forming on my face.

He gently grabs my chin and removes it from my teeth.

We sit there in silence just staring at each other.

It's only then I see the slight scar above his left eyebrow.

Before I can even comprehend what I'm doing my hand rests on his cheek and my thumb gently rubs over the scar.

He sucks in a deep breath, "My dad loved taking his anger out on me."

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