I could be one stubborn b***h--but, apparently, so could Luca. After packing all my things back into my suitcase and duffle bag, moved myself back upstairs to the spare bedroom next to the loft. I had decided that it was probably best to sleep separately since we now had to wait four weeks to have s*x.
During the four days after our argument, I didn't see Luca once. He was gone when I woke and when I went to sleep.
The only evidence he'd been in the house were the dishes he'd leave in the sink after he drank his morning coffee or ate a late dinner. I begrudgingly washed them along with mine.
Otherwise, my routine stayed consistent.
I met with Fallon in the mornings, made myself lunch after showering, and painted or read during the afternoons. I was miserable and completely bored out of
