The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 28

Emily

If the situation wasn't that nerve wrecking, I would've laughed for myself for the way I was cleaning my face at the dressing table I had hijacked. I wasn't even that big on skincare, but if Alessio somehow did happen to enter the room, I had to look like I was doing something interesting.

By now it was almost midnight, Alessio had been back for hours, but I hadn't seen him yet. Unless that man was secretly a vampire, I knew he would want to sleep at one point, and knew he could walk in at any second.

For the past few days, I had been living in anxiety, slowly waiting for everything to crumble into chaos.

The sound of the door finally opening didn't help that much either. It was Alessio.

He walked in, and our eyes locked for a moment before I quickly looked away. I heard him let out chuckle, and soon after he had already disappeared to the bathroom.

As the water was running, I moved myself to the bed and sat there like a zombie, wondering what would be the best to say when he would walk out. Any normal human would've said something along the lines of, 'Hey, how was your day' but I wasn't normal and neither was he.

I also didn't want to stay quiet because I didn't want to be rude, and for him to despise me even more.

Before I could figure out whatever the hell I was going to do, Alessio had already walked out with a towel wrapped around his shoulders. His hair was wet, and so were the drops on his sculptured abs I wasn't even supposed to be looking at.

He was wearing the dangerous gray sweatpants that could make a girl like me jump up and down like an hungry hyena, but this wasn't my man—and he was terrifying as fuck, so I held myself back.

"So, how do you want to do this?" he asked, casually, making my head snap up to meet his eyes.

"Do what?" I responded, genuinely confused.

"The sleeping arrangEmilyents? How about you take the floor, and I take the bed?"

"A-Ah, r-right, sorry!" I stood up, apologizing for being an idiot. Of course, he wouldn't want to share his bed with me. That would be weird.

I scanned the floor, looking for the most comfortable spot, but then the sound of his chuckle made me look up again.

"You know I wasn't serious, right?" He frowned his brows, almost looking worried.

"Huh?"

"Take the bed. I'll take the sofa," he said, shaking his head as if I were the most ridiculous person he'd ever met.

"I can take the sofa!" I spoke. "Or the floor...or even the bathroom floor, I guess. I snore sometimes, can't really help it," I rambled, feeling more Emilybarrassed by the second.

Alessio took a frustrated breath, "You're insufferable." 

His comment hit me hard, rEmilyinding me of Mom's exact words to describe me.

Maybe she was right about me. Maybe I was insufferable, but I was only trying to be a good person. Perhaps a good person who didn't want to get killed, and tried to stay on the good side of the person who threatened to kill me.