Chapter Forty Four

Chapter Forty Four.

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Anastasia's POV.

Nicholas and I haven't talked for the past fifteen minutes, I assume. I have my eyes centered on the pasta, waiting for the water to dry, since Nicholas has added too much water, at first, I supposed it won't be as edible as it should be.

I know he is behind me, but I do not want to turn to look at me. I feel as though there's a fire placed behind me, not hurting, but calling to me; it is as though, his eyes cause that needing burn.

It is about another five minutes later when I begin to dish our plates. He's taken his seat, and for some reasons, my subconscious is screaming, "wife-y," at me as I pass him his drink after.

I am smiling, hard, and take my seat next to him. Since the small table is circular, there's no actual head seat. With his figure, being so close to me, I could almost feel his elbow, touching mine. I am so glad he cannot read my mind, or I would be doomed with embarrassment.

"Anastasia," Nicholas calls.

When I look