Sophia’s Point of View
Mr Prescott was silent for a moment after my suggestion and somehow that single second seemed to span into forever so I tried explaining it.
“I mean you can stay on one side and I’ll stay on the other.”
I knew I was crossing a line. Another line but this was necessary, I tried to convince myself. It wasn’t like I could sleep comfortably in bed while Mr Prescott stayed on the ground.
Mr Prescott shrugged, barely lifting his shoulders like he wasn’t as bothered by the idea of sharing a bed like I was.
“Alright.”
Then he went into the shower.
Alright. He was alright but I wasn’t sure that I was alright.
Chill, Sophia. It was just sharing a bed, it wasn’t a big deal. Right?
After I managed to get my hair dry, I climbed into bed ready to sleep due to my exhaustion from the long day.
But that was the thing. I couldn’t sleep. I twisted and turned, unable to completely settle down. My pulse was racing, my palms felt clammy and I couldn’t just relax.
The sound of the shower went off and I immediately turned facing away from the bathroom door, staying still as I feigned sleep.
Shortly after, I heard the creak of the bathroom door opening then the padding of feet as Mr Prescott entered our bedroom again.
I stayed still as he moved around and still as the bed dipped slightly when he slipped into bed with me.
He stayed on his side with an expansive space between us but the knowledge that he was on the same bed with me didn’t let my nerves relax even when Mr Prescott’s breathing evened out and I was certain he was asleep.
I was so keyed up that I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until I woke up.
I felt so warm and comfortable that prying my eyes open was an effort. I yawned snuggling back into- I froze, my eyes flying open in shock.
I was no longer on my side of the bed.
Mr Prescott’s arm was around my middle keeping my back pressed up against his front and my arm was right on top of his, our legs entwined with the beddings.
If this wasn’t bad enough, Mr Prescott’s breath on the back of my neck was making my skin tingle in dangerous ways. We were so close that I would die of embarrassment if he woke and saw us like this.
Slowly, I began to detangle myself from him so that I wouldn’t wake Mr Prescott in the process.
It was more difficult than I would have thought, especially because Mr Prescott would shift midway inadvertently pulling me closer to him and Lord help me, I wanted to stay close to him.
Deciding to share the bed was a disastrously terrible idea even for me.
I finally untangled myself from Mr Prescott and although I should have climbed out of bed immediately, I found myself staring at him.
While Mr Prescott was asleep, he looked more relaxed, his face so at ease and undeniably good looking.
Sophia stop staring like a creep, I tried to caution myself. But looking away from him was next to impossible.
That was the reason when Mr Prescott’s gray eyes flickered open, he caught me redhanded in the act of staring at him.
A soft gasp escaped me and in my surprise and blind panic to get out of the bed, I got tangled in the bedding, almost falling out of the bed in the process.
But Mr Prescott reached out at the last moment saving me from falling as he caught me rolling me beneath himself in the process.
The world suspended. I was beneath Mr Prescott, his dark gray eyes on me, his hands on either side of me and it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room.
I didn’t know what thoughts ran through my mind in that moment staring back at him or maybe I wasn’t even capable of thinking at that moment.
My pulse was racing, my heart thudding and u had the distinct feeling like I was losing myself in Mr Prescott’s gray eyes.
His eyes weren’t as cool and distant like they usually were. In fact he looked at me almost fondly.
Then his hand reached out touching my hair slightly and it sent a shiver running down my spine.
My lips parted and the words that fell out of my mouth were.
“Good morning.”
And just like that it felt like the spell that had come upon us had broken.
Mr Prescott’s expression shifted and pulled away from me, his voice as distant as ever.
“Good morning, Miss Evergreen.”
Then he stood up from the bed leaving the room for the bathroom abruptly.
The moment the bathroom door slammed shut, I sucked in a breath greedily. What on earth had just happened or more accurately, what on earth had almost happened?
The atmosphere in the room remained tense when Mr Prescott finally stepped out of the bathroom in a shirt and pants getting ready for work.
I tried not to look at him the way I was literally itching to. This morning was already awkward enough, I wouldn’t contribute to it anymore.
“A specialist will be coming by to examine you.” Mr Prescott said as he secured his watch, almost fully dressed now.
I blinked, confused at this sudden development.
“A specialist is coming to see me? Why?”
Mr Prescott met my gaze as he picked up his briefcase, no sign of the man that had looked at me mere moments ago like we could be… something.
“In your preoccupation to hide your pregnancy from me, you haven’t been having regular appointments with a doctor. That ends now.”
I flushed at his words. He was right. I hadn’t been able to see a doctor as much as I should have.
He must have deduced this from my condition yesterday when I had been so dizzy. Even now that I was noticeably, Mr Prescott was still concerned about my health.
I instantly felt guilty.
“I’m sorry,” I told him. “That I hid my pregnancy from you.”
Mr Prescott didn’t look at me
“You shouldn’t be sorry, Miss Evergreen, there was no need for you to tell me. We are just business partners after all.”