The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

“Last night—” He snickers and shakes his head while plopping himself on the edge of the bed. “I let that slide, not today though.” He states and I frown.

My eyes go towards the door and I gulp, thinking if I could make it out the door but something inside me tells me to stay and I try fighting off the feeling yet it doesn't leave, only it grows stronger and firmer, somehow convincing me to stay and listen to what he has to say.

“Come here, amante.” He gestures me towards him with his long tattooed fingers and I follow them.

I slowly walk towards him, remembering his words in the kitchen and wincing at the thought of me allowing him to even speak or touch me. I am a fool, a fool for this man.

It's like my heart won't accept it, can't accept it, that he just broke us minutes ago yet here I am, following and obeying his instructions like my life depended on it and not feeling a damn bit of embarrassment or utter stupidity.

His hands reach out to me, pulling me onto his lap and my arms go around his neck, bonding us together as his hands come to cup my face, a look of pain flashes passed his green orbs as he stares at me.

“MI dispiace per averti fatto piangere,” He whispers and presses his forehead against mine, breathing in deeply.

“But I have to punish you.” He adds.

I stare at him with a cold gaze, waiting for him to explain before he does any sort of punishing and lucky for him, he quickly catches onto my silent question.

He sighs and drops back against the bed, making me fall and hover over him, my hair forms a curtain around our close faces. His hands reach out to touch my face again.

“Do you know what amante means?” He asks, staring at me intently and I shake my head no. “Seville is this beautiful city in Spain, everything there is beautiful from the food to the people— it's where I learnt the word. It's not italian but rather spanish.” He softly says.

I don't say anything, instead my eyes search his and find nothing but the truth, “What does it mean?” I ask.

Percy doesn't bother with my question, in fact, he completely ignores my curiosity to lean up and connect our lips, they collide almost violently against each other— pouring both our feelings into the intense kiss as he shifts us both so his hovering over me.

And still, our lips stay tightly locked together.

Emotions, thick and fresh fly between us.

Anger, hurt, fear and love.

Both our hands roam each others bodies, completely forgetting about the outside world and getting lost in each other's embrace and intoxication.

“Lover,” He growls against my swollen lips.

I pull away for a second, trying to control my breathing and the huge smile that wants to take over my face.

My hands reach out and simultaneously slap against his chest, “Then. Why. Did. You. Have. To. Be. Such. A. Fucking. Dick. Downstairs!” I hiss out each word, a hard slap at his chest going along with it and he groans.

Percys eyes narrow down at me and before I even know it, he has both my wrist clamped around his one hand and slammed on the bed, above my head.

“I was trying to protect you and don't you dare start questioning me on what because that's not something you need to know right now, Sophia, actually fuck that— if you're going to leave me then I'm not going to protect you because you fucking leaving would have me drowning in hatred again— I care about you okay? So fucking much, just don't leave, please don't leave.” His voice his stern.

But so am I.

I turn my head to the side and look away from him, “Roxanne booked me a flight. It leaves soon.” I state.

His free hand reaches out and his fingers grip my chin, turning my face towards his concerned one, green eyes search mine and then when he finds what his looking for, he sighs and nods his head before releasing my hands from his hold and lifting off me.

“If you really want to leave then leave, I won't try to stop you if that's what you're looking for because I don't run after people, never have and never will I ever.”

My eyes sting and I gulp, going to sit up next to his figure on the edge of the bed but when my hand reaches out for him, he pulls away and shatters my heart, the heart that he so brutally crushed minutes ago— to protect me.

How can you protect someone by hurting them? I don't think I would ever understand that mentality.

“You may have my heart, Sophia, but I want you to know that my mind can function perfectly with or without it.” He continues. “If you walk through that door then this is it— this is where this thing between us ends. I hate to see you go but I refuse to hurt you if you stay and trust me, I eventually will hurt you.”  He stands up and walks towards the balcony doors, opening them wide and successfully allowing the outside ocean smell to invade the inside.

“You wouldn't fight for our love?” I ask.

He snickers and shakes his head no, “You're the one willingly leaving me aren't you? Why should I stand here and fight when you've obviously made up your mind.” He says, sounding far away and distant again.

I move to stand just as my phone starts to ring, both our gazes focus on it and it's then that I realize what needs to be done and what is most important to me.

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An extra chapter for yesterday! My phone was acting up and I could only post two, I'm so sorry.

I hope these four are good enough though lol. ❤️