AMELIA

Six months.

I sank deeper into the mattress as I watched Roman's departing figure.

My heart pouring so fast that I could hear it in my ears, my limbs trembled, it felt like I’d just escaped death or something similar.

When I saw that heated look in his eyes, the determination to get in bed with me, my panic overshadowed everything else I could’ve felt in that moment.

I couldn’t—

So I chose the easiest way out.

I let out a heavy sigh, running my fingers down my face.

That was close. Too close.

But what is this disappointment I feel?

“You’re so stupid Amelia!” I cursed at myself, “He's a stranger! A stranger!” I reminded myself repeatedly. Burying my face in my pillow and proceeded to scream all of my pent up emotions into the poor cotton.

Late that night, I still tossed and turned. Painfully aware that Roman was in the next room, sleeping.

Is this what it’s going to be like for the next six months?

He and I being under the same roof her feeling like we're world’s