Unholy: My Saint Mate
I said shyly.
He looked amused, a small smile finally breaking on his lips. "I can see that."
I smiled, grabbing more, "Here, it'll make you happy," I tried to give him the bubbles.
He looked surprised, "I am happy," he lightly grabbed my wrists and placed them back in the tub. I continued playing with the bubbles. "Thank you, though."
I yawned, "My eyes are red when I'm tired, too."
Father and Simon both laughed, and I heard someone else laugh downstairs. Maybe Giovanni, but how did he hear us! They all are just wierd humans.
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