The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

The front door slams shut behind me but I continue to venture further into my home, ignoring the itchy feeling I suddenly have— I quickly grab the spares blankets and pillows and throw them into the spare bedrooms before running into my bedroom and locking my door.

I strip from my white flowery sundress and fling it into the laundry basket near my closet, across the room, just in time for the bedroom door handle to start jingling.

I roll my eyes and shake my head at that, as if I would allow him to sleep in here with me tonight, after him bluntly telling me that he would leave either way, whether I liked it or not, he would go and I knew I couldn't fight him on it, why would I when I knew it would be unsuccessful.

And useless.

I came back to see you.

I snort, yeah right, that is bullshit.

My hand quickly ruffles through my nightwear clothes, trying to find something comfy to sleep in tonight and I remind myself to reset my closet tomorrow as I try hard to shut off the loud pounding on my door.

“Fuck!” Percy yells and bangs harder against the door. “Amante, open this fucking door, right now!” He growls.

I tug onto a familiar silk night dress and smile, mom, I hold the material close to my chest and bring it up to my face, her flowery scent invades my nostrils and I unknownly release a soft sob at the thought of her.

Mom had this weird thing about her.

Somehow she always had the scent and smell of flowers surrounding her, always. It was nice and I liked it. I often asked her if it were a special soap or maybe a perfume and she would laugh and wave the idea off.

I take in another deep breath and throw quickly push it back into my white pull draw, leaving it there for next time.

I spot my favorite set of nighties and quickly slide into them before tying up my hair into a messy bun and strolling over towards the comfortable bed.

“If you don't open the fucking door, I'm going to break it down.” He warns and I chuckle, ignoring him again.

His tone is deadly but I highly doubt that he would break the door down, he can't be that desperate to get to me. I wait in silence for the next few minutes until a loud bang resonated and I gasp, jumping back against the headboard, staring wide eyed at the man in front of me.

He broke my fucking door!

Oh my god!

He is. . . he is crazy, so crazy.

How would I ever explain this door situation to my landlord? The door is in pieces!

I was completely godsmacked when my eyes made contact with his dark angry ones. I could see the anger rolling off of him in waves by the way he glared and stalked towards my sitting form and by the way his chest rapidly heaved up and down. He wasn't just mad— oh no, mad was an understatement. He was fucking furious!

My eyes flicker back and forth from him to the broken door, still shocked that he, himself, could break it.

Percy starts to strip down to his boxers, not sparing me a glance, and I patiently wait for him to finish, glaring at him the whole time and whether he feels me glare or not, he chooses to ignore it completely— seemingly unaffected and unbothered by my look of annoyance at him.

“The guest room.” I say, stopping him from walking towards me when his done and he frowns, confused.

“I always sleep with you, am—”

“Not anymore.”

“Well, why the fuck not?”

“I think it's pretty obvious that guest sle—”

“I'm not a guest.”

My eyes narrow at his, “You are a guest of the Rodriguez and I offered to house you and now that you're back from your work, I'm allowing for you to still live here but if it's a problem then there are many hotels willing to help you out for your month long stay.” I calmly say and he flinches.

He doesn't respond, instead he walks towards me like a hunter would his pray but I refuse to back down.

I watch him silently as he closes the distance between us, I half expect him to jump in bed and claim his spot or to yell at me, but when he kneels down and eyes me with concern and worry. I'm shocked and confused by it— so much so that I stare at the man knelt before me with awe and wonder, wondering why he would bend to his knees for me— someone who just told him his a guest in her home and not a lover, someone who was ready for an argument.

His hands reach to cup mine in his, “You want me to leave?” He asks. “Because I will, you just need to say it.”

“I don't want to fight and argue over this with you. I get that you're angry and mad about me leaving, yes, I'm angry for leaving too. But I'm not leaving you. I will never leave you. I need you to understand that for me.” He softly adds.

What did I do to deserve this man?

“Percy,” I murmur, tears gathering in my eyes.

One hand leaves mine to reach up and swipe away my falling tears and I smile through my blurry vision. I don't even know why I'm crying but his touch calms me down.

His forehead presses against mine and my hands reach out to his shoulders, linking around his back.

“Promise me something, amante.” He says, staring directly into my eyes and my heart flutters at his intense look, I nod my head and he continues. “Promise me that whatever happens between us, be it now or in the future— promise me that we'll be okay, that even then you would still love me. Promise me.” He whispers, his voice hoarse and deeper as his forehead pushs harder against mine.

I ponder over his words for a few long seconds but I don't bother to question it because if our relationship is anything like right now then I'm sure we have the strength to get through anything and anyone, not matter what.

“I promise.” I murmur.

He releases a breath of relief, it fans across my face, and presses his lips to my forehead in a soft, delicate kiss that has my butterflies in my stomach going crazy.

“Why did you lock the door?” He softly questions.

I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth to stop me from smiling at him and for scolding him about the door.

“Distance.”

“From what— distance. . . from me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He inhales sharply and the confusion on his face is absolutely adorable and reeks of cuteness. I lean forward to lightly peck his nose and he smiles lovingly at me.

“I don't want to lose you, not when I've just found you— well you technically found me but still. I don't want you to leave. It's hurts me to be away from you, you breath new light and safety into me. I love you, Percy King, truly.”

His green eyes twinkle and shine and his lips wear the biggest, most proudest smile I have ever seen. It causes me to chuckle at him but my heart warms up at the smile.

“And I truly love you, Sophia Rose.”