Sofia’s POV

I puffed out a harsh breath, trying not to get too loud as the breath sloshed out of my lungs due to the amount of level my nervousness currently was.

What if he changes his mind and decides that I shouldn’t paint anymore?

What if he gets angry at me and just does something to me right now?

What if he…

“A room…” He started to say in a low voice and I shivered a little, wishing I could take back those words about me needing a room to myself.

Why did I ever ...