Victor’s door was open. My brows knitted together—why would he leave his door open?
But I knew why.
It was in case anyone broke in or if I needed him. He’d always been security conscious.
My feet made their way down the hall, stopping when I stood outside the spare room.
What am I doing?!
I just wanted to see him. To see him without him knowing I was there, without me having to wear a mask and hide my fury and tears.
I just wanted to look at him.
It’s sad, but true.
I pushed the door open further; the only sound was the carpet brushing under the door’s movement. I inhaled his scent as I walked in, shaking my head as I did.
What the fuck was I doing, sniffing the air like a creep?
His damp jacket was slung on the floor, and he was asleep on the bed, a hand thrown over his eyes. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, his lips slightly parted.
He wassopale. I stepped closer, noticing goosebumps on his skin. He didn’t have a duvet around him—he was sleeping on it. It was like he’d just passed out when he’d walked in.
Concern niggled at me, and I couldn’t fight it. Maybe it was the fact I was pregnant, but I went into my room and grabbed a couple of blankets, draping them over him so he wasn’t so cold. He coughed and I nearly jumped out of my skin, but the cough sounded worse than yesterday.
Hewasgetting sick.
I glanced back at the jacket on the floor, noticing how soaked it was.
I lifted it, hanging it on the door so it had a better chance of drying. I looked back at Victor, and my heart broke for the millionth time.
We could’ve had it all.
“Lila.”
I froze at the sound of my name leaving his lips.
Fuck!
He’d seen me in his room. What could I say? That I was just looking at him?
Fuck!
But when I turned, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment, I saw him on his side, still fast asleep. However, his lips were moving.
“Sorry. So…sorry.”
I could barely breathe as I made out the sleepy words, words intended for me, but not for me. He was sorry.
I stared at him until my brain forced my legs to move, carrying me from the room before I did something stupid.
Something I’d regret.
“So am I,” I whispered so faintly I could barely hear it myself.
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LILA
