I woke up next to Francesco, and he was already awake. He was on his phone scrolling through social media.
"Good morning" I wrapped my arms gently around him, and he put his phone down and he hugged me. He looked better. His face was a bit bruised, or should I say, a lot bruised.
"How are you feeling?" I asked him, and he smiled at me, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.
"I feel perfect when you're in my arms."
I smiled at him, laying my head on his hard chest.
"But I am doing better. Thank you baby."
I get up, and I rub my eyes, still feeling sleepy.
Last night I did not sleep well. I maybe slept for two hours at most. I was stressed out of my mind about Max. I knew that Alex didn't want me intervening but it was so hard not to be by his side.. I wanted nothing more than to be by
