A HIT

Going back to the hospital felt like I was embarking on a dangerous journey, my breath was caught up in my throat as I sat at the back of the taxi, my eyes closed as I tried to control my breathing, my heart pounding so fast in my chest that it hurt.

The adrenaline I had walked into the Vincenzo manor with had faded away and all that was left was all the pent-up fear I managed not to show in front of him.

Aspen.

His presence was almost suffocating, and talking to him felt like speaking to a brick wall on fire, nothing was getting through to him and I couldn’t get any closer either. I had expected to see sympathy in his eyes, a hint of attraction.

But I guess that was just selfishness on my part, hoping the man would be different from what I expected, hoping there would be a semblance of the man I had spent a night with.

But.

Nothing.

Now I was on my way back to the hospital because Enzo had sent me a text saying he had something urgent to attend to and he had to leave Cole's sid