33: Yours

Pov: Bianca

"Fuck, baby. Don't go."

My chest racked with the sob trying to break free and before I knew it, I was trembling in his arms, losing my composure.

He hugged me close, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his hands rubbing my arms in a bid to comfort me.

"Tesoro," he whispered, kissing the sensitive spot where my shoulder met my neck, his accent wrapping around the word like fine silk. "Amore mio."

Sweetheart. My love.

Butterflies exploded in my stomach, flapping their restless wings around in my gut.

Turning around, I looked at him, and for the first time, it felt like I was finally seeing him with his guards down.

I didn't even know that treacherous tears were streaming down my face until he started kissing the tears away, murmuring sweetly how he never wants to see me cry. How he hated to see me hurt.

His lips found their way to mine and when we connected, there was a rush in my head similar to the euphoria you would get from getting your first hit. The world went q