Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 127

Sofia’s POV

Ryan breathed out with a tilt of his head and I stared at him for a few seconds more, before leaning back on my spot on the couch and nodding my head once at him, and then I watched as he shifted a little on his feet, right before he turned around and started to make his way out the sitting room through the opened doorway.

I puffed out a breath as soon as his built has disappeared from the doorway and out of sight, right before I proceeded to lean back against the backrest of the couch which I was currently sitting on.

I dragged in a deep breath and puffed it out after a moment, moving my fingers ever so lightly against my thighs and feeling the smooth surface of the pop socks which I had worn beneath the small skirt which I had on at the moment, and liking how it was feeling almost ticklish against my fingertips.

I huffed out another deep breath, my body moving against the back rest of the couch right before I threw my head against the top of the back rest of the couch, allowing my eyes to slide close after a few moments, Just as I started to drag in deep breaths into my lungs continuously, without stopping until it felt like my lungs were about to burst, and then I puffed out the breath which I had held captive in my lungs, on a slow and smooth sigh, the breath whooshing out of my lungs in the next second past my parted lips and my nostrils.

When I had made my way into the sitting room, about an hour ago or so, never in my wildest imagination, did I try to imagine up there fact that Ryan and I are going to end up communicating more than we’ve ever done, even though Someone’s going to want to add all the times which we’ve both talked to each other, and place their result beside the conversation which we had today, right here in the sitting room, some minutes ago — then I was most definitely sure that this particular moment which we’ve both talked, was going to be way higher, compared to the amount of times which we’ve both talked together.

I dragged in a deep breath and pushed myself into a sitting position, getting even straighter in my current position on the couch, my fingers moving upwards to brush my whisps or hair off my face, to hang them at the back of my ears all at once.

I moved my legs out of my body on the couch and carefully shuffled on the couch a little before moving towards the edge of the couch and allowing my legs to slowly hang off the couch, until they were touching the floor ever so slightly.

The fact that my legs had started to grow numb beneath my weight for a long time had been known to me for a really long while, but I had ignored it almost immediately, because it had felt so comfortable for me to be able to sit in that kind of posture and to be able to fold into myself without even being able to take up all the space on the couch. My legs had started to get sore along the line, which was why I had been moving around on tne cough over and over again, in order to get the discomfort out of my legs, and also in order to lessen the amount of discomfort which I had started to feel from both legs.

I stretched my legs out before me and tap my legs against the floor, feeling how my legs, which were covered with a pair of pop socks, started to move around against the tiled floor, and it felt almost slippery against my feet.

I liked that feeling.

I said to myself as soon as I had my feet against tne floor and liked how it had felt against my feet, the fact that my feet were currently covered in pop socks mace the whole feeling more intense than it would have been, if I wasn’t currently wearing those pair of dark colored pop socks.

I leaned down over the couch and started to massage my thighs a little, pressuring my thumbs against the dudes of my legs and bringing tne back of my palms against the back of my lower legs, liking now it felt for my legs and how the discomfort which I had still been feeling in like a moment ago, had slowly vanished before I could even blink.

I sat up after a while and stretched my legs out before me, hearing how the legs muscles popped a little as it got stretched out, and that was that.

I leaned towards the side of the couch which I was sitting on, reached for my phone which was placed on top of the side table and picked it up almost immediately, thumbing it instantly and checking what the time said in the next second. It was some minutes past six p.m in the evening and I groaned a little at that, not liking how it was obvious that a lot of time had gone by before I even knew what was happening.

Which only meant one thing, it meant that I had spent over an hour just talking to Ryan.