ILLIANA'S P . O . V
My eyes were glued on the abstract oil painting hung upon the wall in front of me. The loud silence in the room was beyond suffocating as Obelius's and eye awkwardly looked around the room . His hands made contact with his lap as he lightly tapped it twice. My gaze shifted from his eyes to his lap and back to his eyes again. It didn't take me much deliberation before I actually comfortably placed myself on my mates lap. The soft cotton fabric of his t-shirt was thin enough for my fingers to feel all the dips and ripples on his broad firm chest.
I weirdly felt comfortable with being on his lap . It brought about a strange sense of deja vu ,as if this was a normal occurrence between us. Running my fingers on his shoulder whilst laying my head on the crook of his neck ,t
