Sofia
The moment I stepped out of his car, I didn't wait, I didn't look back, and I walked directly into my hostel room. I lay on the bed thoughts swirling with images of Luca in my head, his dark eyes, the harsh line of his jaw, the surprising gentleness when he took me back. I should have felt relieved, absolved even, now that I'd rid myself of his wears yet, yet a knot of worry tightened in my stomach.
I couldn't understand what had come over me and why I had let him touch me in that manner, I should have hated it but my body craved for more and wished we were not interrupted.
Stop it, Sofia, I chastised myself, pressing my palms against my temples forcing myself to go to bed.
It's been days since I saw Luca and he hadn't called or tried to reach out to me, during my philosophy l
