Come to me

Eleonor is back in her room at the resort, staring at the starry sky from the balcony. People who see her room now can't imagine how messy it was once. And she seems so perfect on the outside that anyone who looks at her would never imagine the broken pieces inside her heart.

She just wanted to take a relaxing bath and get rid of the feeling of being touched by that man. But Giovanni entered the bathroom first, and she wasn't in the mood to see the body that always makes her forget all her frustrations.

As soon as he comes out of the shower, Eleonor is going to the bathroom. She doesn't want to look at the black robe that shows a part of his abdomen or the wet black hair that falls over his forehead. It's too dangerous.

“Stop.” He says, and she stops as if on instinct. She doesn't see the victorious smile on his lips because she's on her back. “Where are you going?”

“I'm going to take a shower…”

“No, you're not.” He says. Eleonor turns around, ready to argue, but his voice is deep