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Guilt. Guilt swamps over me like a tidal wave. The one fucking feeling I hate more than anything. The one that’s been plaguing me for most of my life.
But hell if I'll let her drown in this mess all by herself. A mess I created.
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Sophie
“The magic of love is felt more than it is understood.” – Leo Tolstoy
He called me Sophia Lovinski.
I should be freaking out about the mess I got myself into. Instead, I’m watching his broad, strong shoulders as he hauls me up the streets toward my apartment with a barely hidden giddy smile on my face.
He called me Sophia Lovinski!
I know I shouldn’t look into it, it’s just my new last name now, but try telling that to the butterflies he stirred in my stomach with his words. And it wasn’t just this. It was the way he spokeaboutme.
Like he sees this girl I’m desperately trying to recover. Like he knows that’s exactly who I am when even I don’t believein myself half the time. When was the last time someone looked at me like that?
I’m so lost in my daydream that I don’t notice that we’re already here as Clover ushers me to climb the steps to our floor first. I do so quickly, opening the door and shutting it as soon as we’re in.
We’re slumped against the said door, breathing hard and labored when we hear feet pounding on that same staircase. “Sophie Levidis! What in the expecto patronum did you do?” Grace shouts from what sounds to be the second floor.
“Damn, she’s so tiny but she sure has a set of vocals on her,” Clover muses, and I let out a breathy chuckle, still trying to catch my breath from our mad run.
“Oh, you thought my singing was loud and bad, wait till you go to a karaoke bar with that one.” I throw my thumb back at the door.
“Open the door! I know you’re in there! I saw you two running for your life in here.” Gracie bangs on the door that rattles from her fist.
“Jesus, and she’s strong,” he mutters.
“And she has an excellent hearing,” Grace shoots back. “Open the door right this second. What were you two thinking?”
“Wild one?” A new voice, Luke’s, sounds from the other side. “That asshole never showed up to work. Are they in there?” he asks.
Clover rolls his eyes, making me snicker.
“Yep.” Grace bangs on the door again. “And they’re ignoring me.”
“Callum, get your ass out here! We need to talk.” It’s Griffin this time.
“You two can talk all you want now, would you mind leaving my wife and I alone?” Clover shoots back, and a tingle runs down my spine every time he calls me “his wife.” Argh, it shouldn’t be so hot, right?
“The idiot has the audacity to joke around right now.”
“Shh, Luke, maybe he got hit on the head during a call or something. Let’s tread lightly.”
“You’re right,” Luke agrees. “Hey, buddy, open up the door, let us see your pupils.”
“Fuck offfff,” Clover drags out.
“Do they look dilated to you, Griff?”
“Definitely.”
“Call in the ambulance, we’re taking him in.”
“You can’t even see my pupils, idiots.”
