Chapter 66 Rocco

• My time in the last few days had been difficult. Or, maybe not so much my time, but my thought processes. I wish there was a way to turn off my brain. Every part of me had wanted to see Aria. Ciro’s presence was stronger, despite him not actually talking to me. I could sense him, and that was more than I had been able to do in some time. But, after the things that had passed between Aria and me, I simply did not feel comfortable being near her. I knew our closesness was what had brought my wolf closer, but I was worried I may not be able to hold myself back if I allowed myself to get too close to my mate...
• It was a screwed up mess. I needed my mate. I needed my wolf. But, my mate was fragile, and the bond that we shared was currently not the way it should be. I did not know where we stood. I believed Aria felt something. Sensed a form of connection between us, but did not know what it was, or what it may mean. And, after what occured between us, I did not how she felt. And, in all truth, I was too scared to ask.
• But, I had stuck to my promise, of bringing her a fresh coffee each day, because I could not forget that light within her eye when I said I would… nor the smile upon her face as she had tasted the fresh coffee. The simple thngs had always meant the most to her. Besides, expecting her to return to drinking the coffee from the hospital and only that coffee was cruel. I could not do that to her, no matter how uncomfortable I may feel. I had even begun to throw in the occasional pastry here and there when I had seen some of her favourites on display as I waited in the queue in the coffee store; knowing just how much she would like them. And according to the nurses, they were always well recieved. I never stuck around to find out...