piggyback

DEIRDRE POV

Matteo and I were out of the house as soon as I finished bathing. I still didn't know where we were heading, but I trusted him.

However, I didn't trust my feet. I wondered how long we were going to walk as they were already aching.

Matteo stopped abruptly, and I stumbled into his back. He turned slightly to stare at me.

"Are you alright?"

I nodded, "I am."

"You're panting," he pointed out.

"It's normal for me to paint. We've been walking," I said.

"It means you are not fit," Matteo pointed out, "Perhaps enrolling you in a gym as soon as we get out of here would be best."

I shrugged, "Are we closer to our location?" I didn't care about enrolling in the gym; and I cared about getting to where we were heading so I could rest my aching legs.

I should have worn sandals; Matteo had warned me and asked me to be in one or take it along with me.

But I had stubbornly declined and had worn an ankle boot.

Even though the sole wasn't very high, it was still high for a long walk.

"Fuck