-Mia-

I yawned, rolling over and looking at the time. It was still morning and uni wasn't on that day.

I touched my lips.

Yes. .

They were better. Finally!

I smiled, getting out of bed and taking a shower before changing into some warm leggings and a light pink top.

I rubbed some Vaseline on my lips before putting on some socks and combing my hair. I then went to the guest room and opened the door to see him with only a towel on.

I gasped, "sorry, I-"

"No, it's okay," he said with a smile is my eyes slowly went down his body.

Mmhmm. .defined V line, toned rock hard abs. .lovely pecs. .some tattoos that made him look even more hot. .

"You're drooling." My hand went to my mouth in panic and my eyes moved to his face as he laughed.

I wasn't drooling.

"I wasn't . . I just wanted to see if your wounds were getting better. I need to change a bandage - it's been a few days." He nodded and I bit my lip. "Do you want to do it now?" He shrugged with a small smile, "yeah, sure."

I bit my lip again and grabbed the first aid kit from the side. I tried my hardest not to look at his muscular body but I couldn't help it. It was so freaking hot.

I stood in front of him and realised how tall he really was. I pulled a strand of my hair behind my ear and my hands slowly went to one of the deeper wounds and I carefully took off the bandage from before and he winced a little, before looking down at me curiously.

I glanced at him, realising how close we were. I cleaned the wound gently before wrapped another clean bandage around his wound.

"I've been meaning to say thank you, angel," he said and I looked at him, our eyes locking. "It's fine, really," I said quietly as I cleaned another wound. "I'm a stranger in your home and you helped me. Most people don't do that so thank you, Good Samaritan."

I chuckled softly, my eyes still gazing into his beautiful hazel ones. "You know, you could just call me by my name: Mia."

He smiled a little, "Nah, angel suits you better." I chuckled again before pressing a clean plaster against a cut of his gently.

"But I need to know more about you," I told him genuinely as we got even closer. He looked down to me and I felt so short. "I mean, I found you beaten up and you didn't want to go to a hospital."

He nodded, his eyes still gazing into mine. "I know and you deserve to know." I licked my lips before realising that my hands were on his chest. I moved them away, blushing a little.

"Get dressed," I kindly said, "I got some clothes for you earlier. I'll be downstairs." He nodded and I had to force myself to stop gazing into those lovely hazel eyes of his.

I closed the first aid kit and put it on the side before glancing at him and leaving the room.

I made us some scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast and he came down dressed with an outfit that I brought for him. "Mmm. .something smells good," he said with a smile and I smiled too. "Bacon. You hungry?" He nodded, taking a seat on the stool beside me.

"Thank you," he said before sipping some of his orange juice and taking a bite out of his bacon sandwich. "So. ." I awkwardly said before eating some of my sandwich too.

"I'm no angel - clearly," he started and I looked at him, giving him my attention. "I was just part of a bad crowd and um. .I did something I shouldn't have to someone and they came after me. Hence why I was beaten up. I was walking when I heard you screaming so I sorted out those punks out but after I felt really tired and lightheaded and yeah. ."

I nodded before sipping my juice. "You shot them. .you had a gun. .that's murder."

Murder.

There's a murderer in my house. .

"I shot their legs or body parts that wouldn't make them die. I have murdered-"

"Oh, God!" I muttered, my hands covering my face. What was I doing? I had a murderer in my house!

"But it's in the past. I'm not going to hurt you or anyone."

I sighed, shaking my head before uncovering my face and looking at him. "Where's the gun?" He lifted his shirt and there was a gun.

I nodded slowly, feeling scared. "Okay. .take out the bullets. You're not using that gun in my house or anywhere." He took out the gun and put it on the table before his phone rang.

My eyes went to his phone and he licked his lips before answering. He then started talking in another language - Italian.

After a while of them talking and me being nervous while eating, he hung up and looked at me. "Miss Feather, is it alright if I stay here?"

I looked at him in surprise before sighing. "I can't believe I'm saying this but yes." He then looked at me in surprise. "Really?" I nodded, biting my sandwich. "I just have a feeling," I told him.

"Thank you," he said and I nodded, smiling a little. "It's fine, just please don't annoy me." He chuckled a little.

I was letting in a stranger in my home. A dangerous one. What the hell was I thinking?

But something deep down was telling me to. I didn't want him to leave for some reason. It felt right to let him stay.

I just needed to find out more about him.

"Hey, Mia?"

"Yeah?" I said loudly as I flicked through my magazine.

"Have you ever thought of painting this wall?"

I shrugged but then realised that he couldn't see me. "Nah. ."

"Can I?" He asked, coming into the living room. I closed my magazine and looked at him, "yeah. Sure, why not?"

We went to the DIY store and brought some paint to decorate the corridor walls. They were plain and Vincenzo thought it would be nice to brighten the place up a little.

So we started by getting changed into clothes that we didn't mind getting ruined, and setting up the paint.

"I have no idea how to paint well," I told Vincenzo genuinely and he chuckled, "good thing I'm here."

He rolled his paint-rolly-thingy in the tray filled with paint and started rolling it on the wall, the white going away and being covered by a new colour.

I decided not to try. I didn't want to mess up my wall and it was more fun watching him work. I took a seat and watched.

"You having fun there?" He asked me and glanced at me before painting again. I rolled my eyes, "yes, I am actually."

"Well, then." He turned and wiped my cheek with the paintbrush. I gasped, "Oh my gosh!" He laughed and I scowled playfully before dipping my finger in the paint and smearing it on his face.

"It's cold!" He exclaimed and I laughed as he smeared some paint on my other cheek. "Really cold!" I added before dipping my hand in the paint.

"No-" it was too late. I wiped some on his jaw and he laughed before getting some more paint and putting it on me.

"No!" I laughed before taking a lot of paint and putting it on his cheek. "Oh, you're done," he said, grabbing the whole bucket. My eyes widened and I laughed before running upstairs and into my room, only to be grabbed and thrown onto my bed, his hand rubbing paint all over my face.

I then laughed, fighting him playfully off me and straddling him so I could smear paint all over his face. "There you go!" I laughed, only to be pushed down again so he was on top of me and smearing paint on my face.

I laughed and laughed and laughed happily until we both stopped and breathed heavily.

He looked down at me intently and I blinked, smelling paint. "We need a wash."

"Wanna join me?"

I laughed as he gazed into my eyes before going off me and helping me stand up.

"Peace?"

He shook my hand.

"Peace - for now."

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