CAILY GALILEO
I slowly opened my eyes to the rapidly becoming familiar ceiling. An attempt to open my eyes completely made my head hurt and so I shut my eyes tightly and groaned.
I reached a hand to my forehead and rubbed on it gently, trying to rub the headache away even when it was clear that rubbing it away would simply not prove effective in this moment.
I kept my eyes shut, not moving my head as I reached a hand to the other side of the bed and tried to feel if anyone, Pietro, was there but I couldn’t feel him.
He wasn’t there. This bed was huge but I knew Pietro would never sleep so far away from me if he was on this bed with me.
He wasn’t here but his cologne was all over me. The explanation for that? I was in his shirt.
“Pietro.” I groaned out his name softly, hoping he was standing somewhere in this same room with me but there was no response.
He wasn’t in the room with me.
I slowly opened my eyes, still gently rubbing at my forehead. The hurt wasn’t as sharp this time around and the night lamp wasn’t as bright as it had appeared to me earlier.
“Why the hell did I drink?” I grumbled, pulling myself up to sit back against the bed frame.
“I hope I did nothing too embarrassing.” I grumbled even more, realising I wasn’t really able to recall much.
I felt way better that way and a glance at the bedside table saw to me finding a bottle of water, a glass and some painkillers.
I felt a small smile push at the corner of my lips before I reached for the painkillers.
I used the painkillers and leaned back against the bedframe, now wondering properly where Pietro was.
Did he not want to share a bed with me and had, for that reason, gone to another room to sleep.
A small noise, however made my brows arch.
“Pietro?” I called his name, my gaze darting towards the bathroom door.
It only took a few seconds for him to step out. A towel wrapped around his waist and his upper body bare to my sight.
The pain in my head was gone for the next few seconds as I stared at his hard, chiselled body. Pietro’s body was a goddamn work of art.
His upper body was all tattooed with ‘Peaches’ boldly tatted on his chest and my eyes trailed down the movement of the water droplets down his body.
I watched as the water rolled down, carving out the delicious trail of his body and suddenly, there was this urge, this desire to run my tongue over the delicious trail of his body.
“You do know it would only take a few words from you to me for you to have me”
I blinked away again his words, my face turning flustered in a swift second. I hurriedly got out of bed and looked away from him.
“Who… who in the world wants to have you?” I grumbled and heard him chuckle.
“You, Peaches and we both know that fully well even if you choose to so much deny it and make this a torturous slow burn.” His deep voice said behind me and I just filled down, taking steps to the windows and pulling the curtains open, in an attempt to do simply anything other than look at him pr pay much attention to him.
My eyes however glowered when I saw the starry night.
“Wow.” the word left my lips softly, my eyes widening in surprise at how beautiful the sight was.
“Such a starry night. It’s so beautiful.” I gasped out.
“Right?” I heard his footsteps as he approached me and in a few seconds, he had his arms wrapped around me, his body pressed to mine.
He was dressed up, in pajamas and I gulped down, cursing myself for hoping for a second that he would still be clad in just the towel and nothing more.
“It’s really beautiful tonight.” He whispered but I could feel his gaze on me.
He wasn’t even looking at the beautiful stars that shone alongside the crescent moon.
“The view is better in the garden though” he kissed my jaw and I froze for a second, feeling my knees almost buck.
For heaven’s sake!
“I… Let’s go to the garden then!” I gave him a slight shove off me and immediately began racing towards the door but he called me back by my name.
“Caily. No footwear?” He asked and I rushed back over to him, a small skip in my steps.
I stopped in front of him as he crouched down and gently lifted my feet into the fluffy slippers. I immediately turned away, hurrying to the garden.
When last had I watched the stars? When last had I watched it with Pietro?
Dylan had never had enough free time to want to stare at the stars at night. He wasn’t so interested in sunsets or sunrises either.
There was still that happy skip in my steps as I made my way through the mansion, with Pietro following behind me and then a question popped into my head.
With a small pout on my lips, I turned to look at Pietro. He stopped in his tracks, clearly recognising the questioning gaze that I had just given.
“Why did you have to take a bath in the middle of the night?” I questioned and he tucked both hands into his pockets, clicking his tongue once before resuming walking.
He got to me and placed a hand over my head.
“I got a call from work and had to deal with a few things in person. I only arrived about an hour ago.” he replied.
“Oh.” my lips shaped into an ‘o’, thoughtfully.
“Then you must be tired. I shouldn’t bother you so much by making you step out to watch the stars.”
A small smile appeared at the right corner of his lips and hell was Pietro insanely handsome with a smile on.
He lowered his face close to mine, making me have to not very successfully suppress a tremble.
“Is that you worrying about me?” He asked, a proud look on his face.
“I… I am not!” I stuttered out my response, smacking his hand off my head and hurrying forward.
I heard him laugh behind me.
*
It was my first time stepping into Pietro’s garden ever since I had arrived at this place and it absolutely wasn’t my fault. This entire mansion was just too huge for me to be able to explore.
The garden was magnificent to say the least. It was so fucking beautiful! The old Giacometti’s mansion garden was the most beautiful garden I had ever been in but this one was clearly way more beautiful.
Patches of various beautiful flowers, gently illuminated by the soft glow of the moon made a big smile appear on my lips.
And right in the middle of the garden, just like the old Giacometti’s garden, there was a tree.
But this one was a peach blossom tree!
“It’s in bloom!” I pointed out to Pietro excitedly.
“This is so beautiful!” I pulled my fluffy slippers off my feet and ran towards the tree, feeling the softness of the grasses caress my foot.
I couldn’t help the smiles on my face and even when something reminded me that I shouldn’t be this happy next to Pietro, I still ignored the reminder.
I quickly sat under the blossom, moving my fingers to feel the soft petals that had dropped onto the grass.
I looked back up at Pietro who was now approaching me, a peaceful, small smile on his face.
He sat beside me while I moved my feet in excitement.
“Everything here is so pretty! I have never seen anything this pretty before.”
“Then you clearly have never held a mirror, Tesoro”
Pietro’s words made my heart pound suddenly. Heavens! This… this sweetness was too much for my tender heart to take.
I slowly tucked my hair behind my ears and lifted my gaze back up to the stars. A few minutes passed in silence. Me watching the stars and Pietro watching… me.
It was just like in the past too. He didn’t watch the stars. He never did. Instead, I watched the stars and he just stared at me do so.
“Pietro” I called his name softly, turning my neck a little to look at him.
Our eyes met since he had been staring at me all these while. Light brown eyes sparkled and I felt my toes curl on their own accord.
“Why do you never watch the stars but just stare at me?” I managed to ask the question.
“You look up because those stars up there, those are your stars, Peaches. But my own star? It’s right here with me. You are my star, Cara.”
Heavens help me because I could no longer help myself with this monster! How in the world was I supposed to be able to stand this?
“Oh heavens, I hate you.” I grumbled at the same time, reaching a hand to his shoulder and propping myself up to kiss him.
I slammed my lips against his and immediately sucked on his lip, tasting and feeling him with a small satisfactory and yet needy moan.
I was his star. I was his everything. To many others, I was nothing. To a few people, I was something but to him, to Pietro Giacometti, this devilish monster, I was everything.