I’ll have to get used to seeing pink in my place once we’re married.
“Christiano!” she snaps.
I turn around to face her and find it fucking adorable that she thinks she can be intimidating.
“Leave,” she orders.
The corners of my mouth curve up as I walk toward her, and placing my arm around her slender shoulders, I guide her to the kitchen. “I’m hungry.”
“I’m not making you food.” The fight in her voice isn’t as intense anymore.
Opening her fridge, I take out a container, and looking inside, I see roasted chicken breasts. “I didn’t say anything about you making food.” I find mayo and bread, and as I slap a sandwich together, I ask, “Do you want one?”
Instead of answering me, she lets out a frustrated sigh and walks away.
“Baby,” I call out.
“What?” she snaps.
A wide smile curves my lips. “Do you want a sandwich?”
“No,” she yells. “I just want you to leave.”
I take a bite and chew while checking the contents of her cupboards. Satisfied she has everything she needs, I open the fridge again and grab a bottle of juice to wash down the rest of the sandwich.
Once I’m done, I find Sienna in the living room, pacing up and down. Her features are tense, and when her eyes dart to me, I see panic and fear.
Stopping near a couch, I shake my head. “What the fuck did I do, Sienna?”
Looking anxious, she begins to rub her palms over her upper arms, squeezing every other second until her skin is covered with blotches.
Recognizing the nervous tick, I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around her. I hold her very tight, and when a tremble moves through her body, mine answers with a shudder.
I press a kiss against her temple, and right by her ear, I whisper with a gentle tone. “Shh…It’s okay.”
Another tremble moves through her, and it takes a few seconds longer before she hesitantly pulls her arms free from between us so she can wrap them around me.
My body does its fucking best to engulf hers, and for a precious minute, I get to hold her and ease her anxiety.
Suddenly, I hear a muffled sob, and when my head snaps up, Sienna presses hard against my chest. She clings to me as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear the instant she lets go.
“Princess?”
Shaking her head, she smothers another sob against my shirt.
I would give everything I have just for a minute inside her head.
My voice is filled with tension as I say, “I wish you would tell me what’s going on so I can fix it.”
She shakes her head again.
I press more kisses to her temple and hair while her tears form a damp spot on my shirt.
When the sobs die away, and her hold on me loosens, I grip her jaw and tilt her head back so I can see her face. Using mythumbs, I wipe the tear tracks from her cheeks before my eyes lock with hers.
“Talk to me, Sienna.”
Just like she’s done many times before, she pulls completely away from me. “It’s been an emotional week with moving in here and Riccardo getting shot.”
