I was wrong. So terribly, painfully wrong.
After Stefano took care of me that night, I dared to hope. I thought maybe, just maybe, we had finally bridged the gap between us. That his tenderness, his concern, had opened a door we could both walk through.
But I was a fool to think anything would change.
If anything, things have become worse. I haven’t seen or spoken to Stefano since that night. It’s like he’s vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but silence and unanswered questions in his wake. Did taking care of me disgust him or what? Was showing a moment of vulnerability so terrible that he had to run and hide?
I’m so pissed off at him for his childish behavior; my anger is a living thing that burns in my chest. But I can’t even confront him about it because he’s avoiding me like t
