I drove back in silence since I had run completely out of energy. As soon as we reached the third level and I saw Riccardo leaving, I whispered, "Wait... I need something."
He exclaimed, "What?" as he turned to face me.
"My own room, I know I was in your room last night," I uttered. I have nowhere else to go, so my only option is to remain here.
"Why?" Riccardo asked, his expression questioning.
Why?
I told him straight up, "I want a room of my own. Is it really so difficult?
Then he pocketed his hand and replied, "Wife and husband have to share a bed."
I pointed out, "We are no real husband and wife—"
"We are!" he interrupted me.
He stated this in a deep voice that enticed me, but my breath became trapped in me. I averted my gaze momentarily, stunned.
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