Chapter 165

Sebastian had been going to Valeria's place every day lately. She hated the smell of cigarettes and had mentioned it more than once. If he had smoked before going over, he would have stood outside for a while in the cold until the smell was gone. At that moment, he felt no restraint. He reached into the compartment of the coffee table and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. He took one out and held it between his lips. Squinting slightly, he took a slow drag. Valeria set up a lot of rules at her place. The tiny apartment was barely bigger than a walk-in closet. He had to be sneaky when coming over, careful not to run into neighbors in the walkway. He couldn't park his car right by the building entrance because it would draw too much attention. At night, he wasn't allowed to roll over in bed, saying the creaky frame made too much noise. So he didn't dare move much. No smoking was allowed either. Even sleeping came with strict rules. And yet, like an idiot, he kept going back to Valer