The Perfect Sin

32

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My eyes slowly open and focus on the warm streams of sunlight beginning to beam through the window. I can still feel him. On my skin, my lips, my tongue.

He's everywhere.

What even was that last night? I go off on a rant about preferring to let him get shot and he grabs hold of my face and kisses me. It was.. sudden, and unexpected to say the least.

But I can't hide the fact that I liked it. My lips still tingle from his touch. My stomach still tight with knots at the thought of him.

After he walked out of the room, I had more than enough time to sit and dwell on it. I even spoke to Simon about it and he.. well he listened. I couldn't make sense of it, and honestly I still can't now.

Yesterday was just a series of one disaster after another. From Sofia not being allowed to attend the gala, to meeting that strange guy Emmett, then being dragged to the depths of hell by Jimmy, Renzo finding me and threatening to shoot up the place, then an actual shooting happened and I got hit, and then Renzo kissed me.

It was busy to say the least.

On the topic of the shooting, my arm is hurting a lot more today than what I'd did last night. Whether it's just the day after the night before thing or not, I don't know, but it still hurts like hell.

Actually it aches more than anything else. It's sore to touch, but it aches to move. Probably doesn't help that I managed to somehow roll over in my sleep and lay on it for God knows how long.

Sitting up in the bed, I reach over to the nightstand and pick up a painkiller and glass of water, taking it for the ache. I know I'm not supposed to have these on an empty stomach, so I get out of bed and quickly brush through my hair before putting a robe on and leaving the room.

When I enter the kitchen, Anna greets me with a friendly smile. "Hello, Miss. How are you feeling?"

"Okay thanks, Anna." I reply as I walk over to the table and take a seat.

I notice her eyes flick down to the bandage on my arm and she frowns a little, offering a sympathetic smile. "What can I cook for you?"

"Um, I'll just have some toast please." I tell her and she purses her lips.

"Toast is not enough. I'll make you some scrambled egg with it." She says as she gets to work, but I don't protest it. I don't have the energy to.

Every now and then, I look around the kitchen, more importantly over to the threshold, to see if Sofia might walk in. I haven't seen her since Thursday and it's worrying me a little.

I wonder where she is? Is she okay? I'll have to try and find out at some point today.

Anna comes over with my breakfast a short while later and I thank her, taking a sip of the ice cold water that she also got for me. I still can't believe that Anna works here alone and runs this kitchen single handedly. Renzo seriously needs to consider hiring another cook to help ease some pressure off her. 

"Anna," I say as I look over at her. She turns around, stopping what she's doing. "Have you seen Sofia at all?"

She shakes her head. "No, Miss."