บททั้งหมดของ ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY HUSBAND : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

“We're a thing, I just don't know what we are yet”Sharon said, pacing up and down in her room. It didn't seem like the same place she had grown used to since she arrived in Italy. Suddenly her own space felt alien to her, like it wasn't something she owned. And she couldn't look at the bed the same way“Ughhh”She expressed, as she recalled the activities that transpired the previous week. She had never been that close to a man before, at least not by consent. It made her feel open, vulnerable, exposed. But not in the way that traumatized her. Luca made her want to be exposed to himHe was right, she invited him in—In fact she enjoyed every moment of it, and that thought scared her Sharon would have never anticipated the day where she would crave his touch, and it was still new to her She couldn't explain the feelings she was having. And she had just one way of dealing with it—Avoiding himBecause it was the most logical thing she could think ofWhen he invited her for breakfast

“All I wanted to do was weed”Sharon whispered to herself She was seated on his couch, watching TV. But her attention wasn't on the screen Infact she paid no mind to itLuca had decided that he cooked better, with a few open buttons In fact only two buttons were left, that prevented him from being completely shirtless And the most annoying thing—He seemed completely oblivious to it all. Like he had no idea what he was doing to herShe could see his muscles ripple with the slightest movement. If he held a pan, or whisked, or stirred, she studied.She watched him knead a piece of dough. His movements were precise, calculated, ethereal.Never in her life had she wished to be rolled up flour. To think that she once dreaded the thought of his hands around her neck. His jet black hair fanned his forehead slightly. And every time he pushed it back, she felt goosebumps on her skin So what if he was supposed to use a hairnet?The view was majestic “Are you okay?”Luca asked, taking a p

The drive home was depressing, and they had to act like strangers again. Every minute with him seemed like torture She didn't understand, and Luca couldn't explain it to herAnd as if the rain couldn't help but add to the melancholy. It started pouring Immediately they got back, Sharon hurried out of the car. Luca followed her, to shield her from the rain with his hands“You don't need to escort me, just go!”Sharon pushed against his chest“Don't you understand? Leave”Luca took off his shirt, and placed it on her hair“Run, go to your safe space”Sharon didn't move an inch. She kept staring, as the rain drenched them both, on the field that separated their two houses “You'll catch a fucking cold!”“Sharon!”All she knew was that she wasn't paying attention, and in the moments she wasn't aware of herself, he had placed her on his back, and was now running towards his house She heard him shut the door, heard him curse, as he placed her on a chair in his room“Take off your clothes

“We've been compromised”Arman said as he swung the toilet door open. Claire stood by the sink with her toothbrush in her mouth, and a confused expression on her face“What?”She said in a muffled wayClaire quickly spat the fluoride out and rinsed her mouth in the sink“What do you mean?”Arman looked tired, confused, and bothered. There was blood seeping out of a wound on his neck. It was a new wound“Arman, what happened to you?”She walked close to him, and held his hand in hers. Trying to feel his pain along with him, to take some of it away. Like he took hers“You're hurt”“I'm fine”“You're not”Claire said, looking up at him teary eyed“How bad is the situation?”“Well, we're cooked. We were in trouble before, but now it's like ten times worse”He had a smile plastered on his face, like the reality of the situation hadn't settled with him yet“So basically, we're doomed”“Yes”“How are you this calm!”“Well, you're in my house, wearing my shirt, using my spare toothbrush. I do

Sharon gasped, as Luca dropped her on his kitchen counterHe stared at her, undressing her with his piercing gaze“Are you thirsty?”He askedShe nodded instinctively He placed a glass of water in her hand, but it slipped and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces “I'm sorry”She attempted to stand up, and clean her mess.But he had her glued to the kitchen counter “Sit— down”She watched as he singlehandedly cleaned up the fragments of glass. Every movement drew her gaze to his bodyBecause he was still shirtlessHe gave her another glass of water, but he could feel her hands twitch.He guided the glass to her lips, and watched her gulp down the waterHis eyes studied the movement of her lips—“I'm going to clean up my face”She watched him leave for his room. It was almost painful She got down from the kitchen counter, something he specifically told her not to do And began tiptoeing to his room His door was slightly ajar, and she could hear the sound of water running from