Trepidation

Sofie's POV

I winked an eye open as I surreptitiously cocked my head sideways, to see Roman spraying his cologne all over himself.

In spite of myself, especially the anxiety that has been blossoming within me since yesterday, my lips curved upward in a smile as I watched him.

The handsome, grey-eyed, Italian man that stole my heart, the man who his mere existence brought great happiness to me, above all, the man who would never be mine.

The last thought wiped the smile off my face as I yanked myself back to reality. I watched him grab his briefcase and turn toward me, which made me instantly flap my eyes shut.

I held my breath as he walked toward the bed and crouched down in front of my face. I tried not to inhale the camwood tinged with white musk scent of his cologne as I grabbed fistfuls of the blanket.

He mumbled something in Italian, I wasn't well versed in the language, so I couldn't comprehend what he had said. Then, he did something that almost made me betray my cover and jump