Assassin [18+]

Shades of blue

§Morgana Acampora§

I've never known how to handle my emotions; most of the time I let it out during sex but I'm trying to keep that person away. My parents never taught me how to talk about my feelings and till this day I still feel like nobody wants to listen to what I'm feeling. Learning how to express everything that's inside me is one of my goals before the baby is born because I want to teach it that being sensitive is something beautiful and normal and that you shouldn't be afraid or embarrassed of letting things out.

A whimper left my mouth as I felt the car stop, the sunshine was tickling my eyelids which bothered me a lot.

"Where are we?" My clothes are no longer soaked since Eros had an emergency suitcase in the trunk of the car; he explained to me he always has to have one since unexpected things come up even if he's on a break.

"Ibiza," he replied softly.

"What?" My eyes shot open; the light blinded me for a couple of seconds. "You're lying," my head turned to meet Eros' eyes.

"I'm not," he chuckled softly. "You fell asleep fifteen minutes away from Milan, I had to carry you into the jet."

"The jet?" A weak smile appeared on my lips. "I see you can be quite resourceful."

"Friends in high places," he replied, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Do you want to go inside? I have ice cream sandw—" I hopped off the car with a smile on my face. The air was chilly but the warm sunlight helped apart from the black turtleneck sweater and jeans of Eros I borrowed which are humongous for me, however, they're really cozy.

"This place is beautiful, I understand why you haven't left in so long," my feet are naked; the rocks are hurting me so I leaped onto the concrete steps.

"Come on, let's get you inside," Eros wrapped his left arm around my shoulders as he guided me up the stairs. "We can go have some lunch in town and get you some clothes."