Luca’s POV
The realization that Sofia was still in my arms, even before I had completely woken up, made me unconsciously tighten my arms around her as I dug my nose into her hair and finally came to reality, the sleep slowly leaving my head and mind. I blinked my eyes open and stared up at the roof for a moment, and I moved my fingers a little through the thick and soft hair which it had been buried in throughout the night, before turning my head around until I was staring at Sofia.
Her face looked peaceful, and the traces of tears which could quickly and easily be identified on her cheeks and the trail from the corner of her eyes, down to her ear, made my blood start to boil almost immediately. I wanted to hurt whoever it was that was behind this, and I was definitely going to.
I just needed to find out who it was, that was behind it. It’s a pity that I have to go to work today, and that I have to arrive at the office early as well, if not… I’d want nothing more than to stay in and stare at her until she comes awake in my arms, but I couldn’t do that, at least not today.
The echoes of her cries and sobs were embedded in my head and I’d never ever forget how sad it had sounded, coupled with the fact that her helpless pleas had literally made me see red as soon as each stuttered word sank into my head. The image of her tears sliding down her cheeks was way too painful for me to even try to remember and I wish I didn’t have to witness that, and I also wish that didn’t have to happen as well.
Which reminds me about the fact that I didn’t even know a thing about her… well, apart from the fact that she had a father, a mother and a brother, coupled with the fact that she was an eighteen year old girl, and that was literally all I knew about her.
That was going to have to change, I think that’s supposed to happen, seeing how my mind was liking that particular bit of idea, I’d try to make it work out as soon as possible.
I had a feeling that the time was already around the time when I was supposed to be gyming, and I was still here in bed, holding Sofia in my arms and not wanting to get out of bed because of her. It was like it was going to have to sit out exercising today, all because of Sofia, and it was going to be really worth it, because she felt so perfect in my arms.
The blankets was only covering her feet, seeing as it had ridden downwards a lot during the night, even though I didn’t think I had moved around in my sleep– in the few hours sleep I was able to get after waking up to the cries of Sofia, and finally falling back asleep after she had thankfully got back to sleep- because I was still in the position I had been in, when I had fallen back asleep, because Sofia was still spread out in my arms, and her head, along with her hand and almost all her body, was on mine.
I stared down her body, taking in the way her shoulders looked really sharp and creamy, and my eyes trailed lower and lower and I allowed my eyes to slide shut as soon as I noticed that her thighs was on completely display, leave her to move a little and she was going to have her gown around her waist with her underwear in the open, that was how upwards they gown had ridden. I tightened my arms around her and carded my fingers through her hair ever so slowly, loving how soft her sidt hair felt through my fingers, it felt really different than my mop of curled hair on my head.
While mine was curly in short, hers was straight and soft and silky to the touch and it felt really nice against my chest and jaw, coupled with the fact that it smelled really nice as well… I mean, it was smelling like my shampoo, which made it all better because she was smelling like she belonged to me that way, a part of my head would like to make my scent glue to her body, to brand her as mine in any way I can.
Throughout the night when we cuddled together, I was sure my scent would have been transferred to her body, and I liked that thought very much, it made my blood boil by just thinking about it, and also visualizing it.
Maybe I had liked the feeling of her being held in my arms as well as sleeping throughout the night way too much than I thought at first, because the thought of cuddling her throughout the night after I get back from work today had suddenly popped into my head, without me even seeing it coming.
But then it was a really nice feeling, it made me feel really good. It made me feel like she found comfort with me, in my arms, and it would hopefully make her more comfortable around me, and less scared and nervous.
It made me feel like she belonged right there on my arms, for me to care for whenever she find herself in any kind of distress, it made me feel like I could protect her, like I was supposed to, and it Jae me feel like she trusted me tonight after she agreed to sleep in my arms instead of putting up a fight like I had been scared she’d do.
It made me feel all that and so much more… all in all, I liked that feelimg very much and wouldn’t shy away from it.
She was my wife after all and I haven’t done a single thing to hurt her, I’ve also always had her best interest at heart, along with doing anything I felt would make her happy.
I just hoped she wouldn’t be really scared of me anymore after tonight, because what we had shared tonight felt really intimate to me and I hope she wouldn’t feel too embarrassed about breaking down before me in her sleep, because I knew the fact that I she was a really emotional person and get embarrassed over the very little things.
I blinked my eyes open and stared pointedly at her face, and she still hasn’t moved a muscle, like I knew she wouldn’t. I loved the way she sleeps so much.
Knowing I had spent more than enough time here in bed with her, and would need to get out of bed and start preparing to head to work at this very moment, if I still wanted to arrive at work early, like I was expected to, to avoid ruining the whole thing which had been scheduled yesterday.
I slide out of bed so carefully and tried my very best not to disrupt her sleep as I slipped my arms from beneath her lithe form, tugging my fingers out of her hair. I stared at her for a moment after getting out of bed for a fleeting moment, before reaching for the end of the blanket which was tangled around her feet, and pulled it above her body, refusing to stare at her extremely exposed thighs for more than necessary, because I didn’t want to be a creep.
I stretched my hand out a little and turned around, making my way directly into the bathroom. I paused outside the opened bathroom door and turned back around, in order to check the time on my phone. It was currently almost seven o clock and I needed to really do everything really fast, because at this very moment, I was really running late.