Chapter 83 — Go home, Julian

Back in the bedroom, away from the smell of pleasure, the steamy that was making my mind foggy, I take a deep breath, inflating my lungs to the max, only to let it out harshly… And I look at my bed, painfully aware that I really want to fall asleep in Julian's arms, especially when looking at him would be the first thing in the morning.

But that's just a silly dream that I don't get much attached to. I just open the bedroom door fearfully, with my heart beating fast and anxiously. The lights in the house are on, but there's such a deep silence that I can hear everything around me — the creak of the door, my heart beating in my ear, and my feet that make a thin noise whenever the sole hit the porcelain tiles.

"Dad?" I call out loudly, walking down the corridor slowly… It's a long corridor and, although it's not as big as the villa Dad used to live in, this apartment has many rooms. Fortunately, Dad's is one of the first, which means it's considerably far