Chapter 38 Endearing

Christiano had kept true to his word. In the three weeks since the bridge, he, I mean Diego, did not disappear. Christiano had brought me back to his house that night and we slept together in a completely G-rated way. There was no hanky-panky, no heated make-out sessions, not so much as a goodnight kiss. But it didn't bother me. The way he pulled my back into him and inhaled my scent deeply before letting all of his muscles relax and falling into sleep was all that I could handle anyway.