"This is crazy," Eliana panted as she threw herself on the mattress.
"So fucking crazy," Riccardo joined. "We need to eat something," his breath was heavy, his chest going up and down rythming with each breath he took.
"Was I any good?" Her heartbeat became slower.
"You were better than last time," he coughed, "I'll make something to eat," getting out of the bed, he said.
"Can you make some noodles? I'm craving since like last month,"
"Fine," he left, wearing his sweatpants. Once he was outside, Eliana's heart started pumping hard. She was a little scared on what this killer would do. After all, this person only wants her to stay away from Riccardo.
"Do you want it to be spicy?" Riccardo peeked through the door.
"Yeah," her lips curved upwards. With that he left again.
