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I lean closer to her, both of us keeping our eyes fixed on her phone as she types his name into the search bar, my curiosity growing as I wait for his profile to appear.“Good, here it is.” She taps on the name.I stare at the screen when his profile opens, but the little lock beside his name immediately catches my attention.“It’s private.” She lets out a disappointed sigh.“Wait, he has only fifty followers, and three people he follows?” Clare scoffs, staring at the screen as though the numbers themselves are ridiculous.“Can we see who they are?” I ask, taking the phone from her before she can say anything.“His account is private, Sophy. You won’t be able to see anything.”I look at the screen again, my brows drawing together as I stare at his almost empty profile. Fifty followers and three following. For a man like Adrian, it feels strangely little.“Your husband doesn’t live on this planet.”I pull my knees together and bend forward, resting my head between them. This couldn't p

My arms wrap around him as we hug, and I feel like a little child in his arms, safe and protected.His phone beeps, and he gently pulls away, slipping it out of his pocket to read the message.I don't want him to leave yet. I didn't even offer him a seat or a glass of water.“Do you—”“I have to—”We both stop, realizing we've spoken at the same time.“You can continue. I'm listening,” he says.“No, you continue. I'm listening.” I immediately say, refusing to let him swallow his words.“Okay. I have to leave now. There's something important I need to take care of. I'll give you some space to think things through, and I'll be waiting for your decision.”My heart sinks.“Okay. Bye.”“Goodbye.”He turns and walks out the door.“You know, if you had been a little stricter with Sam the way you were with Adrian a few minutes ago, Sam wouldn't have had the balls to treat you the way he did,” Clare says, coming out from wherever she was.“I'm not doing this.”“Oh, yes, you are. And just so yo

“Okay, head of the Sinclair family,” I respond mockingly. “But before then, where am I going to sleep tonight?”The question sounds simple in my head, but the moment it leaves my mouth, I wish I could take it back.I shift my weight from one foot to the other, then tuck my hair behind my ears, only for it to fall forward again. I push it back once more, unsure of what to do with my hands.It shouldn't feel awkward. We're married now, and where we're going to sleep is a perfectly reasonable thing to discuss. Yet standing here alone with Adrian makes the question feel far more personal than it should. We're still strangers, trying to figure out how two people who barely know each other are supposed to live like a married couple.Silence stretches between us.Say something.My mind screams it so loudly that if he could hear my thoughts, I'm sure his eardrums wouldn't survive it.He doesn't say anything.Instead, he stands there with a serious expression, his attention fixed on me as if m

I feel a gentle movement against my waist and immediately lift the covers.One of Adrian's hands is resting on me, while part of his body is now sprawled across the pillows I had placed between us, as though he has somehow found more comfort being this close to me.My eyes move down to where I am lying, and I realize I've also shifted significantly toward him during the night.The thought has barely formed when a loud voice, followed by another round of pounding, rattles the door.“Adrian!”The voice is sharp and agitated.Adrian turns slowly on the bed, his hand leaving my waist as he does so. He opens his eyes, takes a deep breath, and closes them again, as if the pounding at the door doesn't bother him at all.It's almost unsettling how calm he is.He turns onto his back, then lifts his head slightly to look toward the door before turning his attention back to me. His hand finds mine, his fingers closing around it in a gentle but reassuring grip.“Sophy.”His voice is soft but stea

I reach for my fuzzy slippers on the floor, bracing one hand against the bed as I slip one foot in, then the other. I'm about to straighten up when Adrian speaks behind me. “You can tell me when something bothers you, Sophy. You don't have to wait until it becomes a problem.” I glance at him over my shoulder, roll my eyes, and turn away as I adjust my slippers. “That works both ways, you know.” “I know.” “Good.” I leave it at that, although his answer does little to satisfy me. We have a long way to go before I understand him, and I'm beginning to suspect that living in the same house won't necessarily make that any easier. If anything, it might give me more questions than answers. By the time I arrive at work, the morning's events have settled into a collection of thoughts I can't quite put aside. I try to concentrate on my responsibilities, answering questions and attending to the tasks waiting for me, but no matter how hard I try to focus, my mind returns to Sam's face when Ad