pte

oothbrush he uses is blue. As much as I love everything about him, I don't want to creep him out even more by using his too

hed my legs. I smiled widely as I smelled his scent through the sh

. I took Caius' comb that was placed there and started combing my h

he edge, far from Caius' spot. I swallowed when he paused and looke

my shirt?" he asked

y clothes with

. I don't want anyone wearing

mply took off the clothes I was wearing. "Okay. I don'

his gaze away from me.

shirt back at me. "Fine! F

I immediately smelled it once I wore it.

whispered and

last time, Luisa. I couldn't keep up with your pranks a

f. "I'm your wife now. I

d at him too. I felt him freeze when he stared at me. My fore

, trying my best

nd took his laptop. "Sleep here. I'll sleep in the living r

wardrobe, where there was a large mirror attached. I froze when I noti

ly... Did seeing my fac

ke I haven't slept for a fucking decade. My

t how many times I peeked at Caius in the living room. I want him to sleep beside me, bu

th. I almost stayed for an hour there; I enjoyed Caius' scent lingering in the air. I came out of the bat

und him cooking. I just bit my lower lip and stared at his back. He was just wearing a si

. Good m

des of my cheeks when our eyes met. I to

anything either and just sat down. I bowed my head and adjusted my hair. I used it to c

blinked twice while staring at him. My cheeks heated when I realized that he only cooked

I bit my lower lip and tried to calm

your own food," he said co

d nodded. "

to make. I'm not really fond of eating breakfast. Coffee is enough for

that I'm mentally unstable. I'm aware my actions are not normal. I'm aw

I gave my life to him... I know it's bad to depend on him this way, to use him to keep me s

e just wasted a life on me... I was never loved my whole life. No one cared for me, no

e. He's the only person I care about, the

His forehead creased. He looked at the cup of coffee

nd of eating breakfas

d placed his plate in front of me. "Eat that,

d both my cheeks. I stared at the fried rice for a long time before I decide

is is the first time I've tasted his cooking, aside fr

about to enter his room, but I stopped when he came out. He's now wearing a white long-sleeve button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to

an unfamiliar spark when our skin touched. I stared at him. "Are you going

ll would I do that?" he asked in a cold tone. "Don't talk to me at t

. Instead of getting angry, I just smiled as I watched him leave

my apartment first to change clothes. I called Papa's secr

r the campus. I looked at my watch. He'

ui

how, I consider him as my friend. He's the only person that acknowledged my existence... I

e sweat on his forehead using his handkerchief