Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 129

Luca’s POV

I blinked my eyes open and stared straight into the roof almost immediately, blinking my eyes a few korea times to get the remaining sleep which was clinging to it, completely off the lashes, and then I slowly rolled onto my side, before carefully sitting up and groaning lowly in my throat. The curtains were pulled shut as expected so I couldn’t glance through the window, but notwithstanding, I didn't need to check the sky before knowing about the fact that it was currently some minutes past five thirty a.m in the morning.

I turned my head around and stared at a sleeping Sofia, and her head was the only thing picking out of the blankets which she had drawn around her whole shoulders and the upper parts of her face, it was only revealing a little part of her face and her hair was also not helping matters by coming to sprawl out around her face and shoulders like another dark and think colored blankets, and it got to a point that I started to wonder and then worry about if she was still being able to breathe or not at this very moment, because it seemed so much to me that she was suffocating beneath those blankets which were over her nose, and the long fall of her hair. I stared at her pointedly for a few more minutes, my gaze lingering on how her lashes were fluttering a little against her cheeks, which was supposed to be more than enough proof for me to be able to come to the conclusion that she was breathing just fine, but a part of my mind still wasn’t satisfied by just that.

I started to reach my hand towards her ever so slowly, in order to perhaps graze my fingers over her face and tug the blankets off her face, before pushing her hair out of her face as well, but then I paused halfway to my destination as soon as a thought suddenly popped into my head, with my hand left hanging in the air.

I had started to ask myself if what I was about to do was even right. I mean, I knew I wasn’t going to be doing past tugging the blankets off her nose as well as taking care of her hair, but then I didn’t know how she was going to react to my touch, especially now thst she was going to have to figure out the fact thst my fingers was grazing her skin, right from her unconscious state.

I shook my head and started to move my hand back to my body before shaking my head a few times and shoving that thought out of my head as I started to reach for her once again. Like I had said before, it wasn’t like I was going to be doing something wrong, nor was it like I was going to be doing something really stupid and evil to her, like taking her against her own will, or any other kind of acts relating to that.

I reached forward and paused in the air, my fingers hovering slightly away from her face and I watched as her eyes fluttered over and over again, and my eyes dropped down to the blankets almost immediately, and the way the blankets seemed like it was literally pressing into her nose and probably stifling her nostrils, was the only thought I needed in my head at that very moment, and so I reached down ever so slowly, shifted slightly on my spot on the bed– so I could get a little closer to her side, and then I slowly lowered my thumb until it was grazing her forehead.

She didn’t move an inch, nor did she give any indication that she knew about what was going on around her at the moment, and I was watching her face closely for any kind of changes or emotions that might suddenly cross her face as soon as she’d jerk out of unconsciousness or slowly wake up from her slumber, and then I’d proceed to completely wake her and start to reassure her immediately that it was just me and nobody else, because I knew just how frightened and riled up she could be.

I knew just how fear could come into her eyes and grip her whole body in the blink of an eye, I knew just how those kind of emotions come out from her body, I’ve been there and I’ve also seen it in person… and to be honest? It left a really sore feeling in my chest. Why? Because I’d never hurt her. I’d never want to hurt her on purpose or knowingly put her into something that would leave her in pain or bring her pain, which was why it had always left a really sore feelimg behind in my body and mind each time she gets scared, and I’d know without having to think hard, that her reason for getting scared was because of none other person than myself.

I moved my thumb slowly over her forehead, feelimg how warm her skin felt, although it wasn’t all that warm, it wasn’t in the temperature which it was supposed to be in, which obviously meant one thing, it meant that there was still some sort of sickness left in her, and it was a good thing that she had been prescribed some drugs when she has, if not, then I was sure the sickness would have succeeded in weighing her down completely.

I moved my thumb downwards and lowered it on her face until it was dragging across her cheeks, her skin was so soft and smooth like that of a newly born baby and I wondered if she makes use of some kind of face cleanser which helps in maintaining this kind of smoothness that I was currently touching, because it sure was really soft. Her eyes were still closed and her eyelashes were still fanning over her cheeks slowly. I lowered my finger even more, going as careful as I could to avoid grazing my knuckles over her cheeks which might result in waking her up, something I’d rather not have happen now, because I didn’t want her starting to panic unnecessarily, when all I wanted to do was to lower her blanket from her face and allow her breathe in more carefully, and it was all for her own good.

Alright.