The thought of it made my stomach clutter and I felt like throwing up. I couldn't stop thinking of it and of course, blaming myself.
I put myself in this situation so I needed to handle it myself even if it meant staying locked in my room for days.
I remained on the bed with my hands playing pillow for my head when I heard the knock.
"Tiff it's me," he said.
I swallowed hard and covered t fave with the blanket. I still didn't want to say a word or even face Luciano.
Truth is, I didn't know how to and so I avoided him.
"Tiff?" He called again. "You either answer the door or I'll come in."
"Do not come in," I responded hoping that would keep him away but instead, he pushed the door and it creaked open.
He walked in and his Cologne filled my room. It was obvious it was his cause I've
