42 [M]

Thalia

I woke up with a smile on my face, snuggling deeper into the warmth right beside me. I slowly opened my eyes to gaze at Luciano but frowned when I saw him angrily typing on his phone.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath as he closed his eyes and massaged the bridge of his nose.

I looked at him with a worried expression. I held onto his forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Hey, you alright?" I asked.

He opened his eyes, startled to see me awake.

"Oh, hey," he greeted. "You're already awake?"

I slowly nodded my head. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Is everything alright?"

He nodded his head with a simple smile on his face. The worried expression he had a while ago was now replaced with ease, making me more confused.

"Yeah," he said. "Just texting Reese, that's all."

"Oh," I said. "Is he alright?"

Even if I already consider myself as not part of my old family, there's still a part of me that wonders if they're doing alright—especially Reese.

"Reese is doing great," he said. "