SOPHIA CASTILLO
Adrian patted the empty side of the bed close to him for me to come to lie on. I just came out from the bathroom and was in my pajamas.
I made my way to the bed and sat on it. He adjusted and pulled me closer to him.
"How are you feeling?" He asked me.
"I'm tired and I want to sleep," I replied to him. My heart was racing faster than normal as he was this close to me.
I doubt I'd ever be able to get having him close to me.
"I have been wanting to ask you this, I hope you don't find it offensive," he said, playing the button on the top of my pajamas.
I wondered what he had in mind and what he has been wanting to ask him.
"What is it?" I asked sounding a little nervous.
"You have a high school classmate, right? I mean I know you went to high school but did you further?" He asked
I was surprised by his question as I never thought he would ever ask me that.
"Yes, I did further but I had to stop because firstly, my father issues, and secondly I got married to you and we never spoke about it," I answered.
"Oh. I see. I'm sorry about that," he said and I shook my head.
"Don't be," I told him.
"Do you have plans to further? I do not want to be the one to put your life on hold. If there is anything you want to do, just let me know and I will see it through with you," he said and I felt my heart meet again.
I fall for this man every single time. His words, his actions, and his thoughts marveled at me all of the time, and how he was putting me into consideration all the time made me feel good.
"Yes. I want to further," I said, sitting up so that I could be staring at him.
"Okay then. Do you want to continue in your old college or do you want to transfer?" He asked.
"I want to transfer," I quickly replied.
"But..." He trailed off.
"But what?" I asked him, slightly worried.
"You won't be schooling outside of New York. I do not want you far away from me. I want you close to me all of the time so if you were to transfer, it must be close to me because I won't be able to let you go that far," he said and I chuckled.
"I do not have any intentions of studying far away from you. I'm going to study here in New York. Can I transfer to New York University? I went to Columbia," I informed him we have never had a conversation about our school lives.
The things I knew about Adrian were his age, date of birth, favorite color, favorite food, what he eats and doesn't eat, and favorite drink, favorite music band, the place he loves to be whenever he wanted his alone time.
He doesn't tell much about himself or his family or his life as a child. He knows a lot about me that I know about him. I have told him about my teenage days and how it was when my sister Sarah was still around but I have heard nothing from him and I'm very interested in getting to know him more.
"Okay then. When we get back to the country, we will talk about it and make your transfers," he told me.
"I've been wanting to ask," I said, getting his attention.
"You have been wanting to ask me what?" He asked.
"I feel like..." I began to play with my nails, suddenly finding something interesting in them.
"I feel like you know than I know you," I said and I heard him laugh.
"Really? You don't know much about me?" He asked and I nodded my head.
"What do you want to know?" He asked me.
"About you. I want to know about you and your family and how you lived when you were young. Your parents and..."
"Stop," he cuts me off, taking me by surprise by the tone he used.
"What... Did..."
"You can ask to know everything about me but not this," he said, cutting me off again and I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat.
"I do not want to talk about it and I hope you won't ever ask me about it. I would appreciate it if you restrained me from asking me questions about my parents and you know when to not cross the boundary."
He suddenly became cold and it surprised me. Did I say or do something bad? I thought to myself.
"Anything Sophia but not this," he said.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, tears forming in my eyes at that moment.
"You do not have to be sorry. Just don't bring it up next time. I appreciate that" he told me and I nodded my head.
I suddenly felt hurt by the way he spoke to me. I guess he didn't trust me well enough to tell me about it.
I wonder what I was expecting from him.
He got up from the bed some second later and I lie on the bed and curled myself because I didn't want to cry.
If he wants to know about me, I do not hesitate in telling him about me but the moment I want to know about him, he changes.
I covered myself with the duvet refusing to let him see him cry.
I felt the bed dip after some minutes and I knew this because I couldn't sleep. Adrian removed the duvet from my face but that did not make me open my eyes because I didn't want to talk to him.
He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around him. He placed a kiss on my cheek.
"I'm sorry," he whispered in my ears but I did not open my eyes.
My feelings were already hurt and I do not want to speak to him.