/Eliana's POV/
As I woke up from my sleep, my head felt heavy. I tried to open my eyes, but the sun coming through the window made me squeeze them shut. When I was finally awake and my dizziness was gone, I noticed that I was in Edoardo's room. My clothes were also changed, and some images from last night started popping up in my head. Just then, the door cracked open, revealing Edoardo carrying a tray of food.
"Good morning," he slowly got in, "How are you feeling today?" He sat on the edge of the bed.
"I did it again, didn't I?" I looked into his eyes.
"It was my fault. . ."
"Please, stop saying that," I took his hand, "I shouldn't have let it happen again,"
"You can't control it, Amorina. But I could," he smiled faintly, "if I didn't touch you there, it would've happened," his cheeks started shaking as he said that. I knelt on the bed and threw my hands around his shoulder.
"Stop blaming yourself," I pulled out, "And I'm sorry,"
"Why?"
