All Chapters of Sin With Me, Sunshine: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SofiaI walked back to my hostel my mind reeling with the encounter I just had with Luca De Rossi, I was wearing his sweatshirt he gave to me because there was no way I was returning back to the hostel wearing only my nightie. My fingers unconsciously clutched the soft cotton of his shirt, I hated how my body reacted to his touch and how the faint, masculine scent that clung to his shirt awakened something deep and unsettling inside me. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t Sofia Chris, the quiet, devout girl who spent Sundays in church and her free moments volunteering. Sofia Chris didn’t feel a jolt of something akin to desire when a man’s eyes lingered on her, didn’t feel her pulse quicken when his voice dropped to a husky whisper. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. It was wrong. It was… a sin.But at the same time, a treacherous part of me, the part I had meticulously suppressed for years couldn’t deny the raw pull. He had made his point loud and clear, with just a look, a touch, a fe

Sofia The moment I stepped out of his car, I didn't wait, I didn't look back, and I walked directly into my hostel room. I lay on the bed thoughts swirling with images of Luca in my head, his dark eyes, the harsh line of his jaw, the surprising gentleness when he took me back. I should have felt relieved, absolved even, now that I'd rid myself of his wears yet, yet a knot of worry tightened in my stomach. I couldn't understand what had come over me and why I had let him touch me in that manner, I should have hated it but my body craved for more and wished we were not interrupted. Stop it, Sofia, I chastised myself, pressing my palms against my temples forcing myself to go to bed.It's been days since I saw Luca and he hadn't called or tried to reach out to me, during my philosophy lecture, Professor Davies's voice droned on about existentialism, but all I could hear was the phantom echo of Luca's rough, commanding tone. My pen hovered over my notebook, unable to form coherent notes

SofiaI wasn’t sure what to say; those simple words had left me starstruck, and the only thing I could do was to slowly pull away.“You look… fine now,” I managed, my voice sounding strained and utterly unconvincing, even to my own ears. “I-I should return to my hostel. It’s late.” I looked at the clock on his bedside table while my heart hammered against my ribcage, “And Luca, you really shouldn’t call me again. This… this wasn't proper. I shouldn’t have come.”He didn't move, his expression unreadable, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He looked far too comfortable, far too satisfied, for a man who had just been bandaged.“That,” he stated, “is simply not possible, Sofia. I will continue to talk to you.”I sighed, an audible, frustrated sound, and pushed myself off the bed. “You don’t understand. My life… my family… I can’t afford distractions.”Just as I planted my feet on the expensive rug, his hand shot out, not grabbing me roughly, but catching my wrist to pull me in, “Stay. S

SofiaA soft knock on the bedroom door finally pulled me from the deepest sleep I had experienced in years. My body was completely relaxed, the lingering tension from the confrontation with Luca finally subdued by the absurd luxury of his bed. "Come in," I called out groggily, it was the same maid from the day before. She gave a small, polite smile. "Good morning, Miss Sofia. Breakfast is ready, and if you'd like, I can draw a fresh bath for you while you wake up.""Oh, thank you," I murmured, sitting up and pulling the duvet back.The maid disappeared into the bathroom, and soon I heard the sound of running water. As I waited, I noticed that my discarded dress and underclothes from the day before were gone, and in their place on the end of the bed lay a simple, yet beautiful, cream-colored linen day dress. Next to it was a small handbag with a neatly folded bag containing my old, washed, and ironed clothes.I knew this was all done by Luca which left me confused. Which Luca was rea

SofiaThe remaining days of the week I threw myself into every available activity, trying to build an impenetrable wall between Luca and me. I attended extra prayer meetings, volunteered at the hostel's charity drive, and spent hours poring over theological texts.But it was futile, everything reminded me of the shame I should feel, and every moment of silence led my mind straight back to him.I am not calling him, it has been a war within myself and it was the last piece of self-respect I clung to. He was a monster, a corruption, and the best thing I could do for my soul was to cut the cord cleanly.Yet, I checked my phone fifty times a day, half-dreading, half-desiring a message. The continued silence, the fact that he was so easily able to comply with my demand was a constant insult. It proved I was nothing more than a passing fancy.Finally, Friday arrived. I was done with my coursework for the week, and it was time to return to my family's house for, I was cramming my few possess