Love Under Lock and Dagger
Stefano
This is Stefano's perspective:
Stefano Ricci
You're doing that on purpose.
I accused.
She wasn't aware of her position and she didn't acknowledge that I was talking about something, let alone sparing a glance. But the two puffy lips were almost visible against that dangerous piece of garment.
Realizing that she was completely oblivious to the effect her position is having on me, it bothered me so much. The way she was lying, with her legs slightly bent and the nightdress riding up, giving me a perfect view of her almost see-through panties.
She pulled the covers on herself. I closed my eyes, breathing deep.
I watched her sleep for a while, fascinated by the contrast between her confident, stubborn self and this peaceful, vulnerable-looking woman in front of me. I shook my head and slipped into the bathroom to take a cold shower.
Two months passed by quickly, and we settled in a comfortable silence. We speak only when it's necessary, and rather than her small bickering with me, we don't communicate much.
The silence between us has become almost comfortable. We eat together, sleep in the same bed but maintain our own sides, and communicate only when absolutely necessary. Rosalie has come to appreciate this strange dynamic: no drama, no expectations, just coexistence.
Rosalie goes to work three days a week. She's a pathologist, occasionally visiting the hospital when it's necessary. Otherwise, she goes out by herself, sometimes with my close friends. Or else, she's at home, reading or watching series.
Not that I'm spying. Information flows to me.
Over these months, I've grown used to her routine. I don't want to admit but I appreciate how she maintains her independence but still respects my space. Sometimes I watch her from my study window as she leaves for work, elegant in her professional attire.
I observe too, too quietly. I try to find a flaw.
The way she loses herself in books, her serious expression when she's working... I look for something wrong, any flaw that would justify my initial dislike or indifference.
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