Semua Bab The Pensive Gentleman: Bab 61 - Bab 63

Angelica My eyes flutter open to unfamiliar surroundings.The air feels and smells different. Masculine, but fresh and clean.Staring up at the ceiling, I blink twice, and suddenly something hits me. I’m in a room that isn’t mine.I sit upright immediately, and sure enough, this is not my room. There’s a photo of a little girl on the bedside table, and another hanging on the wall right next to the closet doors.“Oh lord!” My stomach churns, bile rising to my throat as understanding dawns on me. This is Marciano’s room.Cold dread creeps through me, holding me hostage. And my head bangs, as if the sudden movement woke a beast up.My fingers fly to the empty space beside me. The bed is cold, meaning he’s been awake for a while, or maybe he didn’t even sleep here. How and why am I here anyway?With a sigh, I peel the duvet off my body, and the second my eyes connect to the rest of me, I return the duvet to the way it was.Because on my body is…Marciano’s shirt. Unbuttoned.It can only

Angelica My small pink journal feels heavy in my hand. Yet, I can’t bring myself to close it.The weather outside is bright and vibrant, though the air has a little dampness in it, as if it rained somewhere last night or the early hours of this morning. My laptop sits open on my bed, and movements on the screen gain my attention for a split second, quick enough for me to see Alex packing his books into his bag. We just finished with our second lecture for the day, and though it’s twelve in the afternoon it doesn’t look like it.I return my attention to my journal, ignoring Alex who has recently been showing himself more. Like now, he could pack his books from behind the camera like he always did since before the call that day—when he asked if I was coming for graduation— but he decided to go around the camera, just to lean over and show his features.“What are you doing? You’ve been quiet for a while now,” he says, pulling the zippers on both ends of the bag close.I drop my journa