Chapter 127


    Sofia’s POV


    Ryan breathed out with a tilt of his head and I stared at him for a few seconds more, before leaning


    back on my spot on the couch and nodding my head once at him, and then I watched as he shifted a


    little on his feet, right before he turned around and started to make his way out the sitting room through


    the opened doorway.


    I puffed out a breath as soon as his built has disappeared from the doorway and out of sight, right


    before I proceeded to lean back against the backrest of the couch which I was currently sitting on.


    I dragged in a deep breath and puffed it out after a moment, moving my fingers ever so lightly against


    my thighs and feeling the smooth surface of the pop socks which I had worn beneath the small skirt


    which I had on at the moment, and liking how it was feeling almost ticklish against my fingertips.


    I huffed out another deep breath, my body moving against the back rest of the couch right before I


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    threw my head against the top of the back rest of the couch, allowing my eyes to slide close after a few


    moments, Just as I started to drag in deep breaths into my lungs continuously, without stopping until it


    felt like my lungs were about to burst, and then I puffed out the breath which I had held captive in my


    lungs, on a slow and smooth sigh, the breath whooshing out of my lungs in the next second past my


    parted lips and my nostrils.


    When I had made my way into the sitting room, about an hour ago or so, never in my wildest


    imagination, did I try to imagine up there fact that Ryan and I are going to end upmunicating more


    than we’ve ever done, even though Someone’s going to want to add all the times which we’ve both


    talked to each other, and ce their result beside the conversation which we had today, right here in


    the sitting room, some minutes ago — then I was most definitely sure that this particr moment which


    we’ve both talked, was going to be way higher,pared to the amount of times which we’ve both


    talked together.


    I dragged in a deep breath and pushed myself into a sitting position, getting even straighter in my


    current position on the couch, my fingers moving upwards to brush my whisps or hair off my face, to


    hang them at the back of my ears all at once.


    I moved my legs out of my body on the couch and carefully shuffled on the couch a little before moving


    towards the edge of the couch and allowing my legs to slowly hang off the couch, until they were


    touching the floor ever so slightly.


    The fact that my legs had started to grow numb beneath my weight for a long time had been known to


    me for a really long while, but I had ignored it almost immediately, because it had felt sofortable for


    me to be able to sit in that kind of posture and to be able to fold into myself without even being able to


    take up all the space on the couch. My legs had started to get sore along the line, which was why I had


    been moving around on tne cough over and over again, in order to get the difort out of my legs,


    and also in order to lessen the amount of difort which I had started to feel from both legs.


    I stretched my legs out before me and tap my legs against the floor, feeling how my legs, which were


    covered with a pair of pop socks, started to move around against the tiled floor, and it felt almost


    slippery against my feet.


    I liked that feeling.


    I said to myself as soon as I had my feet against tne floor and liked how it had felt against my feet, the


    fact that my feet were currently covered in pop socks mace the whole feeling more intense than it


    would have been, if I wasn’t currently wearing those pair of dark colored pop socks.


    I leaned down over the couch and started to massage my thighs a little, pressuring my thumbs against


    the dudes of my legs and bringing tne back of my palms against the back of my lower legs, liking now it


    felt for my legs and how the difort which I had still been feeling in like a moment ago, had slowly


    vanished before I could even blink.


    I sat up after a while and stretched my legs out before me, hearing how the legs muscles popped a little


    as it got stretched out, and that was that.


    I leaned towards the side of the couch which I was sitting on, reached for my phone which was ced


    on top of the side table and picked it up almost immediately, thumbing it instantly and checking what


    the time said in the next second. It was some minutes past six p.m in the evening and I groaned a little


    at that, not liking how it was obvious that a lot of time had gone by before I even knew what was


    happening.


    Which only meant one thing, it meant that I had spent over an hour just talking to Ryan.


    My gosh, I had no idea that much time had been able to fly past, without me even realizing.


    Now that I was starting to think about it, maybe we did spend so much time together, more than I even


    expected… and most importantly, more time than I’d ever imagined or expected him to ever want to


    spend with me.


    I moved a little on the couch and kicked my legs out before me, groaning a little and moving my neck


    around, feeling the sides of my neck starting to hurt a little, it was like a low throb at the sides of my


    neck.


    My mind suddenly started to move and travel around at that very moment, although this time, it didn’t


    bother traveling far since what it wanted to bring to my notice hadn’t happened far back, and had


    instead, only taken ce some time ago.


    I allowed my eyes to slid shut as I leaned my head against the back rest of the couch, the particr


    moment whereby Ryan and I had started to bicker when I least expected it, popping up into my head


    and taking over the whole space almost immediately, pushing other thoughts out of the spots which


    they were all preached on, in the next instant.


    It felt really good, really really good.


    The fact that I usually bicker with my younger brother back at home once in a while except those


    yful arguments which we get into like at least once a day, and I had beenpletely in love with


    those kind of stuffs, it was something I even looked forward to, when I was still back at home, whereby


    I didn’t really have a lot of things to worry about.


    Life still felt somewhat better back then,pared to now.


    Because right now? Life just felt so tiring and strenuous as hell.


    I took in a deep breath and puffed it out of my lungs in the next second, moving my fingers up my


    thighs and cing them against my stomach, the part shift was a little bit exposed by the ash colored


    crop top which I had on, the upper part of the skirt which I had on, was clinging to the lower part of my


    stomach, along with the top of my hips in a really good and firm way.


    I could remember when I had wanted Ryan and I to continue the conversation, beverages it had been


    so good and had just seem to be flowing at a certain point, and how he had suddenly brought up the


    fact thst it could be a bad thing for us to have spent so much time together today, and thst was after he


    had started to list the reasons which made him really hard to talk to immediately after I had gotten


    married to Luca, and also why each time I tried to start a conversation with him, how he barely replied


    my questions except to give a dry and tiny one worded reply, couple with the fact that he was always in


    a haste to leave my presence. It was because it had been a rule, which Luca hadn’t thankfully given to


    him one on one, and how it wasn’t advisable for the both of us to spend a lot of time together.


    And we hadn’t even been doing anything together, except to talk.


    But then, must everything be freaking hard here in the Mafia? My gosh, it really was tiring and is even


    getting more and more tiring, as the days go by.


    I pushed my back away from the backrest of the couch and slightly tilted my body towards the side of


    the couch where the side table was located, and then I stretched my hands above it to ce my phone


    back on the spot which I had picked it up from, moments ago. My fingers slightly brushed against a dry


    surface and it rustled against my finger tips almost immediately, I craned my head around and leaned


    my head towards the side of the couch to peak over it, and my eyesnded on what my fingertips had


    managed to brush against. It had turn out to be the material of the bag of chops which I had gotten


    from a cool part or the frozen room and had started to fill my stomach up with, right there in the kitchen,


    as I started to make my way towards the sitting room– and then I had forgotten about it, until this very


    moment, unfortunately.


    I picked the chips up and dragged it over to ce it on my thighs, and then I slipped my finger ijt the


    bag of the chips in order to get the tip of the bag which had been left open throughout all these while,


    and moved my fingers deeper inside of the bag of chips, until my finger touched a piece of chips. I


    slipped in my second finger to join the first one in the bag, and then I started to use it to pick up the


    piece of chips and tug it out of the bag. I stared at it wearily as I turned it around from front to back and


    then from both sides, and then I ced the piece of chips against my lips and pushed it in, in the next


    second.


    I chewed on it and grimaced immediately, feeling how my tongue literally rejected the taste of


    something which it had loved a lot, a couple of hours before this very moment. I tried to manage it and


    force myself to eat it, then perhaps I could eat more, in order to get something more into my stomach,


    because the bag of chips was still looking like I had barely eaten a quarter of it, which is really bad of


    me.


    But then, I couldn’t even manage to swallow the content in my mouth because breeze had gotten into


    the bag of chips way too much, and it mad managed it soften the pieces of chips which had been in the


    bag which had been left open on the table which was at the side or the couch which I was currently


    sitting on, by no other person then myself.