I woke up in the arms of Alessandro Columbo. It didn't bother me or startle me, in fact it felt like somewhere I belonged. He laid watching tv and by the time he realized I was awake he just smirked.

I didn't say anything because I know my breath is kicking. I tried to get up to go brush my teeth, emphasis on tried. His long arms held me down then his sparkling brown eyes met mine.

"Why're you trying to get up?" He asked.

"I'm going to brush my teeth," I mumbled and he laughed.

"I don't care about that type of shit. Obviously our breaths are going to smell," His face was serious but the look in his eyes told a different story, he looks happy.

"I do," I muttered then got up and headed for the door.

"Well I'm following," He tried to get up but yelled out in pain. I quickly ran over to him and touched his bandages. "I forgot about this,"

"How could you forget about it? You've been awake longer than I have," I asked with widen eyes.

He shrugged. "Yeah but then you woke up and I wanted to be around you,"

"Oh," I breathed out.

"It sounds cliché, I know," He chuckled to himself then wiped his face. "I feel like I'm being stupid or lame and it's making me mad. That's another reason why I act 'bipolar', so-"

"No!" I quickly said then I laughed. "I didn't mean to yell. But I don't want you to feel like you're being stupid or lame, I don't want you to get mad. I actually like it. I just don't know how to respond because I feel-"

"Lame or stupid," He cut me off and laughed. I joined him in laughter and nodded my head.

"Exactly," I sat next to him on the bed. I just realized that neither of us brushed our teeth and we're doing the one thing that I was trying to prevent.

"Still wanna brush your teeth?" He joked and I laughed.

"Yes I do," I stood up and patted his shoulder. "I'll be back to help you do the same,"

"Don't take too long," He shouted as I left out of the room. I went into the room that I occupy. I don't really consider it mine, I don't know why. The light in the bathroom made me see myself better, and I have to admit that I really do look happy.

"Lets see how long his happiness lasts," I spoke to myself. Dro will be happy and kind to me one day then the next he's ignoring, then he'll apologize for being that way. It's a cycle of playing with my feelings.

I grabbed the toothbrush to put toothpaste on it, and started brushing my teeth and tongue. After I brush my teeth, I'm going to walk back into his room and demand him to act on his feelings towards me. He doesn't need to be scared to like me, even if being with him is holding death over my head.

"Dro," I said as I entered his room with my mouth feeling minty fresh.

"Help me up," He grunted as he tried to sit up. I helped him stand and walk to the bathroom. "I want to shower,"

"Do you need my help?" My heart sped up at the thought of seeing him fully naked. He gave me a look as if to say 'duh'. "Yeah, that was a stupid question," I laughed it off.

I helped him stand while he brushed his teeth then slowly stripped the clothes he has on, off his body. "You probably have to take a bath, I don't know how the shower thing is going to work," I spoke trying to avoid looking down at his penis.

"Then shower with me, you don't have to get completely naked. Plus, you haven't showered yet," He looked pretty adorable asking me to shower with him. I nodded even though my heart is pounding. I took off my clothes but left my bra and panties on, then helped him in the shower.

This shower is so big, it can probably fit a good 15 people combined with sitting and standing. I helped him sit on the built in seat then sat next to him. He put his head back as the water hit his body. By this time he put a wash rag over his penis.

"Are you okay?" I asked him and he shrugged. "What're you thinking about?" I asked.

"Deena," He simply said and I looked at him. "I miss her, you know?"

"Yeah, I completely understand," I nodded as my bra and underwear got soaked by the warm

water.

"She was my everything, everything I ever wanted in life and she's gone," He sounded sad and for some reason my feelings are hurt. I understand that she was the love of his life but I thought that he felt at least some way towards me. "It's not that I don't feel anyways towards you-"

"It's okay," I lied then smiled at him so it'd be convincing.

"Are you sure?" His big hands cupped my chin. I nodded and stood in the shower. "Thanks," I handed him the shower gel.

"Do you need help?" I asked as he struggled to clean his torso. I stood in front of him and helped him wash his body. As I helped with his shoulders and the back of his neck, my breasts sat in front of his face. I could feel his breath against my breasts.

"I like this position," He laughed and I gave him a look. I tried to move but he locked me in making my breasts crash against his mouth.

I moaned out as I felt his tongue graze my breasts and in a swift motion, my bra fell. "Oh my God," I moaned as he grabbed my ass. "Wait, wait, wait!" I laughed.

"What?" He laughed as I rubbed my face.

"You're injured," I pointed out and he shrugged. "Activities like this can wait,"

"I've done worse in positions like this," He scoffed and pointed to his ribs.

Did he really just say that? He's done things with other women further than what we're doing. Who rubs that in someone's face? I scoffed and picked up my bra.

"Wait! I didn't mean it like that," He held my hand making me drop the bra. "I didn't mean it like that," I sat on his left leg.

"I don't think I'm ready for sex," I finally said after avoiding his eye contact.

"And that's fine. I'm sorry," He apologized.

"No! It's okay!" I laughed. "This is fun. I'm fine with doing this type of stuff," I flipped my leg around and ended up straddling him.

"Are you sure?" He asked me and I nodded. He smiled then leaned forward to give me kiss. The kiss feels like cotton candy. Soft and melting. Even before Andre was on drugs, our kisses never felt like this. I feel safe and content. Kissing Alessandro made me feel like I've never felt before.

"Why're you crying?" He asked and wiped my cheeks.

"I don't know. I've never felt the way I'm feeling towards anyone and it's scaring me," I whispered to him and he gently took me off him and refused to accept my help while getting up. He stood under the water even though I know it's killing him.

"Why're you shutting down on me? You told me you wouldn't do it anymore!" I yelled as he limped out of the bathroom. I turned off the faucet and threw the soaking wet underwear that clung to me. I, then, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself to follow him into the room.

"Alessandro!" I yelled and he continued to ignore me and went into the closet and came back out in basketball shorts. "Alessandro!" I screamed.

"What?" He rushed over to me and grabbed my arms then shook me. "What?!" He yelled and I began tearing up.

"Don't put your hands on me like that," I calmly said. Flashbacks of Andre popped up in my head and I refuse to do that again.

"Grace! Grace!" He tried to run over to me as I left the room. "Please wait!" He grunted. I turned around to see him almost on the ground, grabbing his ribs.

"Shit!" I quickly helped him to his bed and he sat there.

"Grace, I know I promised but when you told me that you've never felt like that I thought about it and-"

"And what?!" I cut him off.

"I felt the same way! I've never felt the way I'm feeling now before with anyone! Even Deena! And the thought of that pissed me off! Like me being with you would replace her!" His face turned red and tears ran down his face. "I don't want to forget her," He cried and he resembled a child here.

"I'm sorry, I never want you to feel like I'm replacing her," I hugged him. "But don't you ever put your hands on me like ever again or I will leave your injured ass exactly where you fell," I warned.

"I swear on mi mama," He looked me in my eyes. Speaking of his mother, he never speaks about her. Is she even alive? Seems like he doesn't want to talk about any of his parents.

"How come you never talk about her?" I asked.

"Who?" He asked.

"Your mother," I laid down with him like we did the night before.

"There's nothing to say," His while demeanor changed and I left him alone.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked and he chuckled. Might I add that he looked sexy as hell doing it?

"Lay in bed with you," He kissed my forehead and pulled me closer to him.

"Okay," I giggled like a school girl. What's happening to me?