Lucy
"Where have you been?" My gaze immediately went to the bags Armando walked in with. "You went shopping?"
He shrugged, walking further into the room. "Yeah. Decided to get you some stuff. You need clothes."
I lacked words so instead I offered a smile. "You shouldn't have."
"But I wanted to. If you're going to be staying here, you..."
"Going to be staying here? What do you mean staying here, I can not..."
"Can not what, Lucy?" His expression told me he was ready to argue this to the end of the world with me.
I heaved a sigh when I realized that beneath the annoyance clouding his features, there was concern and the need to protect me. "I know you're worried about me and..."
"Yes?" He probed.
"I'll stay."
A big grin spread his face. "Now that's what I want to hear."
"But only
