Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Diego and I spent the whole night hugging; I felt so guilty for him coming all this way and having me cry myself to sleep. I was weak, despite having such a strong body.

I rolled over to see him sleeping with a slight frown on his face, it was now I realised that I could smell blood.

I knew I had not hurt him, but I also knew that he was injured.

I stroked his soft green hair and he soon stirred. His face changed into a big grin, as he let out a content little sigh.

‘Lorenzo’. He sighed happily.

‘Good morning’. I frowned.

He sat up, hiding his injury.

‘Did something happen?’. He frowned.

‘Show it to me’. I growled.

He gasped and let out a deep grin, as he began unzipping his jeans.

I blushed deeply and shook my head.

‘Not your penis, you idiot. Your injury’. I muttered awkwardly.

He gave me a disappointed look but nodded. He soon lifted his shirt up to show an angry red oozing claw mark, which he had done his best to stitch up himself.