Chapter 53. In My Head

“You should get some sleep and not stare at me like that,” Atticus scolded me from where he was standing by the window, trying to put on his watch. He was on his way to work, but it was too early, and I was in no mood to stand up to have breakfast with him, or rather, I had no energy to stand up.

Ever since we started staying together in this room, Atticus fucked me every single night or rather on most nights, which left me reasonably sore, but I wasn’t complaining. I wondered why he always had so much energy, especially if he was always working.

“I am sleeping, just with my eyes open” A loud yawn escaped between my lips, and I stretched involuntarily and felt my joints crack as I moved. I knew I had to get up soon because the gallery was almost done, so I was really busy, but I wanted to rest a little bit.

“Are you going to the gallery later?” he asked me while I stretched again. We were just a few weeks from the opening, so I had been going there every day to che