His words hung in the air, feeling strangely disconnected from the conversation we were having. There was something raw and primal flickering in his eyes, a fire that made my heart race.
We stood there, suspended in a moment that felt both electric and terrifying.
“So… that’s it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Roman raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief dancing in his gaze. “What?”
“You’re seriously going to stand there like we didn’t just rewrite five years of friendship with your dick?”
He tilted his head, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “What exactly do you want me to do? Argue? Beg? Pretend I didn’t like having my dick in you thirty minutes ago?”
I flinched at his bluntness. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And yet you were moaning.”
“Roman.”
His voice softened, but the intensity in his eyes remained. “Savannah.”
Overwhelmed, I dragged myself to the bed and collapsed onto it, feeling like my head was about to explode from the weight of it all.
Roman settled beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight.
“I’m scared, Roman,” I admitted, my voice shaky and vulnerable.
He took my hand in his, his grip warm and reassuring. “Of what, love?”
I turned to face him, my vision blurring with unshed tears. “What if we ruin everything? What if… what if we…” The words caught in my throat, leaving me with an unfinished thought hanging in the air.
“Look at me, Sav,” he urged, his tone gentle yet firm.
I met his gaze, searching for answers in the depths of his eyes.
“I hate when we argue-which we rarely even do. I hate when we fight. But most of all, I hate seeing you sad. If it bothers you so much… if you didn’t like what we did as much as I did, then we’ll never do it again. We’ll genuinely forget it happened. Is that okay?”
I shook my head, feeling utterly pathetic as I realized he was so clear-headed while I was a mess of emotions.
“I didn’t hate it, Roman. I… I liked it too.” I struggled to hold his gaze, feeling exposed.
His smile was genuine, lighting up his face in a way that made my heart leap. Then he pulled me into a warm embrace, wrapping me in his comfort. “Then what’s the problem?”
“I don’t want to lose you,” I admitted, the vulnerability of my words hitting me like a wave.
The air between us crackled with unspoken tension, each heartbeat echoing with the weight of our uncharted territory.
His smile flickered for a brief moment, and then his tone softened, “You won’t lose me, love.”
We remained locked in that embrace, the warmth of his body enveloping me. His chin rested gently atop my head, and his hand traced soothing patterns along my back, a rhythmic motion that both calmed and excited me.
It was he who broke the silence first.
“If it brings you some comfort, I’ve wanted you since the moment you stepped out in that bikini. And at the club? I wanted nothing more than to take you right there, right then,” he confessed, his voice laced with a mix of nostalgia and desire.
I playfully nudged his stomach, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. “I knew you were horny. And you tried to deny it.”
A light chuckle escaped his lips. “So, do you want me too? Or is it just a one-sided affair?”
“Wanting you isn’t the issue, Roman,” I replied, my gaze still fixed away from him. “It’s trusting that what we’re stepping into won’t tear us apart.”
His response came with a noticeable shift in his posture; the weight of my words seemed to settle heavily between us. He broke eye contact, his gaze drifting downwards.
He took a moment to gather his thoughts before replying, his voice low and earnest. “Then let’s take it slow. Don’t shut me out. Don’t run away as if I’m the villain in your story.”
I paused, letting his words wash over me, the gravity of the moment sinking in. Finally, I turned to face him, allowing my arms to fall loosely by my sides. “Alright. No more avoiding. No shutting you out.”
A flicker of relief crossed his face, softening his expression just a bit. “Thank you. Now, let’s get some rest.”
“I need a shower first. I have to wash off…” I trailed off, my cheeks warming as I looked away, feeling vulnerable.
“Of course. I’ll wait for you in bed,” he replied, his tone smooth and reassuring.
After I finished my shower, I heard the water shut off, and soon Roman emerged, clad only in a white towel that clung to his waist. My heart raced as I handed him his phone, which was ringing on the table. It was his lawyer, Penny.
As they discussed the complicated situation involving Ryan, Alyssa, and Emily, Roman rummaged through his belongings, searching for his boxers while balancing the phone precariously between his ear and shoulder.
Without any warning, he let the towel drop, completely unaware of the effect it had on me. I found myself staring, unable to look away, my breath catching in my throat as I took in the full view of his bare backside.
This time, I didn’t shy away. I didn’t hide behind a screen or pretend to be uninterested.
I watched boldly.
It wasn’t the first time I had seen him naked. I recalled a day when he had been dreadfully ill, refusing to get up for work, and I had rushed over with soup and medicine. He had been cocooned in blankets, and I had discovered, quite unexpectedly, that he never wore clothes to bed.
But that earlier encounter didn’t stir the same feelings that seeing him now did. Everything felt different.
A rush of heat coursed through me, my body responding in ways I couldn’t control. My nipples hardened, brushing against the fabric of my tank top, and a deep throb settled in my core as I clenched my thighs together, my heart racing as I watched him.
He seemed unhurried, taking his time with the call, his hands resting on his hips in a casual yet alluring manner.
Once the call ended, he turned to me, handing the phone back with a playful smirk.
“Enjoying the view, bestie?” he teased, now dressed in his boxers.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.