𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 created like the sun. 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 made like the moon.
𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 always shining, remaining happy, no matter the obstacles she goes through.
𝐇𝐄'𝐒 always in the dark, covered in shade and grumpiness.
But one thing, is that when the 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍...
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I am having the time of my life nowadays, doing everything that I love with the people I love. Not only am I talking about how me and Aldric have such an amazing relationship, but me and Liam as well.
After having the dinner with Liam and Aldric, I finally feel like everyone that I hold close to me in my life is where I want them to be.
I just wish that I could be seen in public with Aldric without feeling like I'm going to receive an ominous text threat every second. But I am still so happy with our relationship, who cares what others think.
The only problem is that I haven't been able to spend as much time with Flora as I would like to, and she still hasn't told me about Lucas.
But I can't force her to tell me, I know Flora enough to know that she has to tell me on her own terms.
However, my relationship with my brother has been so much better in the past couple weeks.
Today we decided to spend the evening watching movies and hanging out, we bought so many snacks just for that. We haven't done it in so long and I feel like it will be so much fun!
I wish Aldric was here, but he wasn't able to make it.
Yesterday
"Me and Liam are having a movie night tomorrow, wanna come with?" I smile softly, my hands on his— resting on my thigh.
Aldric sighs softly, "I wish I could, but I'm busy tomorrow. With the tour coming up, we have to spend everyday rehearsing otherwise Andrew will chop my dick off." My eyes widen at his words.
He would do what?
Aldric parks the car in a dark, empty neighbourhood.
He rests his head against the chair before tilting it towards me. The view of him like this does something to me.
His grey eyes that look cold, now look warm as he looks into my eyes. His plump lips, so addicting and so soft.
My eyes trail down to the scar on his cheekbone, I have yet to ask him about it.
It's a faint scar, but it looks old.
And if it were that old and still noticeable, it must've been a deep wound back then.
"Don't look at me like that, ragazza matta." I tilt my head to left, sending him a questionable look, "Like what?" I ask, my voice sounding breathless and I almost cringe at how I sound.
"Like I should drive us to my place and fix this situation." His bold statement causes me to gasp loudly as I slap his mouth with my hand, shushing him.
"Language!"
I can't see him for a few days because of his work. No matter how much we call and text, I simply cannot get enough of him.
