Chapter 16


    Sofia’s POV


    I blinked my eyes open slowly and rubbed my fingers against my eyelids as I tried to register where I


    was for a few seconds before remembering where exactly I was in– Luca’s bed… well technically, my


    bed now.


    I nced sideways and found the space beside me empty like it had been before I had fallen asleep. It


    was a little after three a.m in the morning and I had been woken up by my filled up dder. I hesitated


    in my spot on the bed and allowed my mind to roam free for a moment. Luca didn’te homest


    night? Wasn’t he supposed to be in bed at the moment if he had ended uping homest night.


    It wasn’t like I was keen on himing home, I wasn’t looking forward to it one bit, but he was


    supposed to be here nevertheless. Unless he was home, but not here at the moment. Perhaps he has


    decided to sleep in a different room tonight seeing as they’re a lot of rooms in the house.


    Which was totally fine by me.


    I wished I didn’t have to share a room with him in the first ce. For someone that had been sleeping


    alone since she was very little, and was used to her own privacy and space, this was all a lot to take in


    and I was yet to take it all in.


    I pushed out of the bed and allowed the nket to slide down my shoulders to pull around my feet on


    the bed right before Ipletely hopped off the bed and stood beside it for a few moments. Izily


    made my way towards the bathroom, my mind wandering around aimlessly and my eyes not


    I ced my hand on the bathroom’s door knob and was about to pull the door open, only for it to be


    pushed back against my grip and for Luca to be standing on the other side of the bathroom door, his


    hand on the other side of the door knob.


    I swallowed emptily and pulled my hand away from the door knob as if suddenly burned and froze right


    there, not knowing what I was supposed to do or say to him as he quietly watched me.


    The first thing I noticed against my own will, was that he was naked waist up. There was just no way I


    could ignore that bit of information about him at the moment even if I wanted to, not when he was


    standing right in my face and staring down at me, with his wide shoulders looking huge as ever.


    I swallowed again and ducked my head the moment it registered to me that I was watching him–


    staring at his naked shoulders to be more precise. I felt embarrassed color flood into my cheeks and


    heaved a relieved sigh when he walked past me, into the room… Leaving me standing right there like a


    statue for a few frozen seconds before finally regaining myself and rushing into the bathroom, tugging


    the door closed as fast as I could.


    I leaned against the closed door and heaved a deep, relieved sigh as I felt the tension drain out of my


    shoulders and limbs, the knots in my stomach slowly starting to lose up as I dragged in deep breaths


    into my empty lungs.


    I made my way into the toilet and did my business, once I was done, I washed my hands for long


    minutes, slowly scratching each finger and cleaning my very clean nails thoroughly just to buy myself


    more time. Once my fingers started to feel sore from too much scrubbing and washing, I turned off the


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    running tap and just leaned against the white, porcin sink, feeling the cold surface seep into my skin


    through the thin material of my nightwear.


    I sat on one of the shaped, built in chairs on one part of the bathroom and pulled my legs against my


    chest on the seat, hugging my chest to myself and cing my chin on my knees, I prepared to wait an


    hour or so out, to be sure that Luca would have already been fast asleep before before I have to pull


    the door open once again and head back into the bedroom.


    I lifted up from the shaped, built in chairs in the bathroom when I suddenly jolted awake, making me


    realize that I had unconsciously started to fall asleep at a point. Thinking and hoping that hours had


    already gone by since I had been in the bathroom and that Luca would have been fast asleep, I


    carefully pulled the door open and started making my way into the room.


    I halted in my tracks the moment my eyes locked with Luca’s, who was on his side of the bed this time.


    I puffed out a slow breath and contemted going back into the bathroom and just passing the night in


    there, on the cold tiles. But then I remembered that Luca was going to go out in the morning and would


    make use of the bathroom to get ready for work. With that in mind, I pulled the bathroom door close


    behind me as a small tremor went through my body.


    I couldn’t help it, I was nervous. I unconsciously flicked my tongue over my parched lower lips as my


    heart thudded against my rib cages.


    I was extremely nervous.


    And his firm stare was making me all the more nervous. It felt like he was promising to do whatever he


    wanted to do with me and that there was nothing I could about it, by just staring at me deeply without


    blinking for once.


    It could also be that I was reading much into it.


    I hesitantly made my way around the room, towards my side of the room and I couldn’t help but feel like


    his deep gaze was biting and burning into my skin and he followed my every move until I was out of his


    line of sight, straight into the other side of the room.


    I puffed out a slow breath, my chest undting as I repeated the motion a few times before finally


    pulling the nkets upwards and crawling beneath it. I’d have been morefortable facing my side of


    the room and turning my back to him the way he was currently doing to me– since he was facing the


    other side and staring at the bathroom’s doorway when I came back into the room. But I’d be extremely


    nervous, scared and disturbed if I had to turn my back to him and try to get some sleep.


    I’d rather be facing him when whatever that was going to happen, happens. At least it wouldn’t feel like


    I was stabbed in the back, since I was facing that direction and can somehow say that I saw iting


    and expected it to end up happening at a point.


    I pulled the nkets around me and burrowed into the warm sheets, tugging the nkets more firmly


    around my neck and folding myself into a small ball. I inched towards the edge of the bed even more,


    not wanting to ever mistakenly touch my legs against his.


    I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed out a slow sigh.


    It was already some time since I had returned back from the bathroom and the whole room was


    rang in my ears.


    I sucked in a sharp breath and stopped breathing as I felt him move around on the other side of the


    bed, my side of the bed slightly dipped as he moved around for a few more seconds before stopping. It


    felt like he was moving around in his sleep and unconsciously changing sleeping positions.


    Once everything was settled and curiosity was digging its ws into my mind, I slowly peaked my eyes


    open and was taken aback when my eyes locked with grey once instantly.


    I blinked once and ducked my head immediately, squeezing my eyes back close and slowly dragging in


    deep breaths into my lungs. Why was he facing this side of the bed?


    He never faced this side.


    Although I had only slept in the same bed with him a few times and had no idea about all that went


    down through outst night since I waspletely out until the morning.


    What if he reaches out and tug the nkets down before tugging me upwards to have his way with my


    body, all of a sudden?


    I felt a tiny shudder wash over me and I pulled the nk around me even more as dread filled the


    depths of my stomach.


    I shuddered once again as a disturbing image threatened to fill up my head, pulling the nkets even


    more tightly against me and curling into myself, I froze once again as I felt Luca move on the bed


    again.


    I winced and bit on my lower lips as I unconsciously prepared myself for when the nkets would be


    tugged off my body, to reveal me to his dirty gaze.


    But after a while and nothing happened, I started to loosen my tense up limbs and release the hold I


    had on my muscles and the wince since painted on my face.


    Nothing happened, again.


    I didn’t know what to make of all these. If I was given my own personal room, I wouldn’t have to be so


    paranoid and worked up each time he moved, because I wouldn’t even be beside him to be able to tell.


    But then I was married to him and expected to share a room with him as his wife.


    What a sad world I live in.


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    I knew Luca wasn’t in the bed anymore when I peeled my eyes open, ncing in the spot beside me


    just to be sure, it was confirmed to me that he was indeed not in bed anymore.


    I sat up on the bed and stretched my hands out, wincing as my limbs stretched out and cracked


    audibly. My whole left arm felt swollen and sore seeing as I had slept on it throughout the night, and in


    that way, barely allowing enough blood to flood through the limb.


    I stretched my hand out and tried to retrieve my phone from the bedside table– but fell off the side of


    the bed almost immediately.


    “Ow.” I winced and breathed out a quiet scream as pain shot up my right shoulder the next second.


    Sitting up slowly and leaning against the bed, I cradled my right elbow in my left hand and bit my lips to


    stop the pained cry from slipping out.


    I should have remembered that I was literally lying at the very edge of the bed before.


    I pushed up from the floor and carefully flopped on the bed, feeling like a bunch of needles were


    piercing into my right hand, elbow upwards, all the way to my right shoulder’s joint.


    I leaned forward and picked up my phone from the bedside table sessfully this time. Touching the


    phone screen lightly, the screen lit up and I was finally able to see the time.


    It was some minutes after eight a.m in the morning, and I had stupidly started my day by injuring my


    right and.


    I am so clumsy, it’s embarrassing and disgustingly irritating.


    Pushing out of the bed and slowly making my way to the bathroom with my right hand being carefully


    cradled by my left hand, I paused in front of the sink and stared at my reflection.


    My eyes look sunken and I looked he ridiculous standing there with my left hand supporting my right


    hand.


    I slowly removed my left hand from supporting my right arm and couldn’t hold back the pained cry that


    tore out of my mouth and echoed around the bathroom.


    I stared wide eyed at my arm and wished I could turn back time and not try to retrieve my phone when I


    tried to.


    I carefully tried to move my right hand again and another strained cry bubbled out of my throat, echoing


    around the bathroom again.