Sera never expected to hear such words from Pablo.
Thanks for her luck? But she didn't do anything.
Her arms were still around Pablo and she savored the moment. Who knows when she would get to do this again.
"I didn't do anything, dear." She whispered.
Pablo didn't reply.
She remained in the same position.
"You can let go now." Pablo said.
"Just a little more."
Pablo sighed. "Fine. But let me enter the room at least."
"Oh yes. Sorry."
Sera moved back.
She held Pablo's hand and made him sit on the bed.
"I can walk on my own, you know."
"I know. But I can't."
'You can too but whatever.'
Pablo laid on the bed and closed his eyes.
There was still some time left for the morning so he could sleep a little.
Sera closed the door and laid beside Pablo.
She used her dress to clean blood stains from Pablo's face and Pablo let her do it.
'She loves you so much. I am melting.' Cupid squealed.
'Melt then. I can manage alone.'
'That's a metaphor.'
'Yeah. Yeah.'
