🖤🖤🖤 Giovanni 🖤🖤🖤
I feel like a massive asshole. After what Malia said to me last night, I couldn't sleep a wink. There are just too many things happening between us that we can't freely talk about. To top it off, she thinks I would hurt her family—her mother, her daughter. And I can't even fucking blame her after what I said the night I told her to fuck off.
I admit, I said some things I shouldn't have. Back then, I was in severe anguish at the betrayal. Now I regret saying them. But I can't go back and unsay those words. I can just move forward and try to rectify whatever I can and make things right from here on out.
And I'm starting this morning with a latte I got from downstairs and an Italian pastry that I know she likes. Malia thinks I don't see her when she tries to hide nibbling, but I've seen her finish all the breakfast food I brought her before. She can deny all she wants, but I know she secretly loves it when I take care of her.
