A/N Nice peaceful reprieve for our heroes. They deserve it after the hell on the plane. So nice and snuggly and talking up in the tree as the storm in mostly past and just a light rain now. They are only a little further away from the others. We will get to Roman sharing about his past yet too and being honest about who he is.

Randy is keeping watch at the entrance of the tiny cave with only room for two barely in it. Bec is sleeping. Dean is alive and the cons are not anywhere near anyone...for now.

Part 2 of 3 of the Burn flashback night at the prison. If you thought it was hot before...you haven't seen anything yet...

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Sara's POV

We had so much to talk about, and it wasn't late at night at all yet. It had been such an exhausting day from so early in the morning with the plane crashing at likely noon or so that I think we had crashed and fallen asleep here right when the sun went down. I felt like I had gotten a few hours of sleep already just lying in Roman's arms up in the tree and was wide awake now wanting us to talk and share more.

The fact that he remembered everything about that night when he was so hurt had me already so eager to ask him more about what he thought about what we had all been through together and how much had changed in the few mere hours of that night.

I looked back up in his eyes as I stayed snuggled in against the crook of his arm. "Everything is still so clear Roman. I think back about that night so often. I ached to tell you all the time."

My mind drifted back again as I felt him cradle me tighter in his arms.

"I know Sara. I needed you so much. Everything felt so heightened, so electric. It felt like more torture than the damn burn to be so close to you and be so out of it. I barely knew what was happening for too long. "

I nodded. "I remember you said so much, with such bluntness and I liked knowing how you really felt behind any masks you thought you needed to hide behind. "

I kissed him on the shoulder, tasting the sweetness of his bare skin and heard him moan softly right then. "You don't need to hide from me at all Roman. Please know that."

He hugged me tighter. "I do. I do know that. You have no idea how amazing that feels."

I shut my eyes and remembered his rawness. His real honest words that night. How intimate everything got...

I knew I needed to help him cool off the burn more and there was only one other option to try. "I'm so sorry, Roman. I'm trying to help, I promise." I lifted him up by the arm not as close to the burn. "You need to help me here too. We need to get you across the hall. It's just a few rooms away. Can you do that for me?"

I saw him nod absently, and I moved his dark hair back from his face and behind his shoulder. "It doesn't hurt that much Beauty. Not now." I let out a breath, feeling his lips on my neck again and heard him call me another affectionate nickname.

He must be in shock from the injury to not be feeling what his burned-up skin would have felt like for him. Or maybe kissing me was distracting him from how bad it did hurt?

"Okay, let's go." I swallowed the lump in my throat trying to ignore the shivers his lips were giving me. I held the dripping wet cloth to his back as best I could as I helped drag him down the hall to the staff room.

He stumbled and held tight to me as we made our way there. The infirmary was empty and since I had yelled at the guards, they looked to be keeping their distance too. "That's it, just a couple more steps," I coaxed him.

"You are so pretty Sara. I love you in that dress," Roman drawled smoothly.

He seemed fixated on me but at least it wasn't on the pain...yet. He sounded like someone who was drunk with no filter. Just raw, honest emotions. I could not even remember when anyone told me I looked pretty at all. It had been so long.

If it helped him to focus on me, I wanted to do anything I could to ease the agony that would soon find him. Those were deep third degree burns and it could take weeks to heal up.

"Thank you Roman, I don't feel pretty. But thank you," I mumbled back at him as I pushed the door open to the back room behind the staff room and left the light on as we made our way through to the staff showers. I figured that way hopefully the paramedics would know where to find us later.

He stopped and looked me up and down with glazed over half-open gray eyes, his face scrunched up like he had no idea why I would have said that.

"You are...so pretty, so beautiful. How...how could anyone not see that?" His stormy eyes were locked to mine as he lifted his one arm to stroke my cheek and tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. I inhaled sharply at his touch. "You look like I imagined you would look when I took you out on our date. I want you to see me...not here...see the real me Sara. It feels like no one sees the real you...but I want to."

Wow, he had imagined our date? I remembered him telling me that when he got out of prison alive, that he wanted to take me to dinner. I had rejected him, but the idea was still in his head obviously.

I didn't know what to say to that. I wanted someone to see the real me SO badly. The woman staring in the mirror and not wanting to go to the club. The woman who was still so sad and empty and scared.

Did he see me? Everything about this intense conversation he likely wouldn't remember was just so deep and so heavy. I wanted everything he was saying, more than he knew but I was terrified too of all the risk of pain and rejection too, so I didn't reply and just continued to lead him forward.

I turned on the overhead light by the mirror and he cringed and cried out at that, throwing his hands up. "Ouch...too bright!" Roman cried out and squinted fast, slamming his eyes closed.

I shut it off fast and the room was plunged into darkness. The only light was from under the door now from the staff room. I could barely see my hand in front of my face but if this was how he wanted it then that was going to have to be okay.

It was a large bathroom with a huge glassed-in shower that the staff had at their disposal. I leaned him against the counter and reached in and turned on the water and let the spray warm to a good temperature as I saw him toe off his black boots and I knelt to help him get his socks off.

Standing back up I didn't know what to do. I couldn't peel his tank top off the burn without damaging his skin more. I knew I had to do what I could to cool him off more. Hell, the cloth I had on him was almost hot in my hand. I turned the water just a bit colder knowing it would help sooth his skin, but it wouldn't be the easiest for the rest of him to tolerate.

"C'mon, I'll hold you," I encouraged him softly as he stood almost by himself before I saw him tip forward a bit. I would not be surprised if he was even more dizzy from the pain by now and clearly light was bothering him too. But I was hoping the meds were starting to help.

I kept my arm around his one shoulder and led him slowly under the spray. He jumped back at the sensation as the cooler water hit his back and the burned skin, soaking his blue pants to an even darker shade.

"It's okay Roman. I'm right here. Just hold onto me." I soothed seeing him cringing at the water hitting his back. His long, dark, hair was getting soaked and hanging limply around his face and shoulders and I moved the strands back to tuck them behind his ears and back.

I checked him for a hair tie and couldn't see one on his wrist this time and did not think to bring one myself, so I had no way to even keep his gorgeous, long, hair back from his face right now.

I rinsed the cloth off in the water, ringing it out to cool it off even a little bit and hoped I could still soothe the burn, gently smoothing it over his back again. I prayed something I was doing was helping.

His head dropped to my shoulder, as the water kept running down his back. He whimpered again and I just held him there with one hand threading through his wet hair as he lay so still against me, and I felt him nuzzle his head closer to the hollow of my throat. His hands were hanging limp at his sides as his body sunk into me and I could barely stay standing supporting his weight.

I felt bad not having a hair tie or more ways to cool him off. I hated that the damn ambulance wasn't here faster and the meds likely were not working yet. I just hurt for that fact that he had been attacked again so soon after being poisoned. Nothing was freaking fair about any of this.

So, I pulled him closer, squeezing his weak body to offer him the slightest hug to comfort him as I heard him groaning in pain again. I kept holding him to keep his back under the water. "I'm so sorry Roman. I am so sorry for everything."

But the next moment, both his hands went around my arms, and he grabbed me bodily and pushed me against the wall under the water. Oh my God I was not prepared for that at all!

Roman's fast actions had me gasping, and I dropped the cloth as the water started soaking through my silky red dress and drenching my hair, pulling it from its up-do to fall all around my shoulders.

"I like your hair down," he mumbled, his head almost touching mine and moved one hand to tug the strands apart, the bobby pins falling to the tiled floor. Then he put his hands back up on the wall on either side of my head, his own bent and his mouth down right by my ear as I felt him bury his face against my hair. "Mmm much better..."

My heart was pounding hard in my chest, my breasts heaving from the intensity of what was happening. I knew I needed to cool his burn, but I did not expect things to get so sexually charged.

Hell, who was I kidding?

Roman was intoxicating just looking at me from behind his dark lashes. The water looked like it was cascading down his face in slow motion, running down his lashes, and nose and cheekbones. Falling past his lips and slipping down his goatee.

Sweet Lord I couldn't breathe.

His shirt was stuck to him like a second skin, his prison-issue blue pants slipped lower on his hips and looked glued to his thighs as they became as soaked as the rest of him. The water rippled down his tattooed skin and slipped down his arms as he had them up by my head, stroking my hair.

I watched him lean in more, his lips against my ear and I wondered what I got myself into here. The doctor in me knew I should pull away...but the broken, empty woman in me wanted this...with him SO much.

"Roman," I breathed, my voice shaking. The look in his eyes was so clear, so dark and clouded with need, hunger, ache, passion and more. So much more...

"I know, Sara. I can feel it too." he mumbled while leaning back down and kissing the shell of my ear before dropping his head still lower and his lips found the bare skin of my shoulder.

"Oh God, Roman..." I gasped out, clutching at his head as it dipped down to my neck.

He tugged the dress sleeve further down my arm and kissed me there too, sucking my skin into his hot mouth.

"The pain, the burn, the dizziness, I can hardly feel it when I'm so close to you, tasting your skin..." he mumbled against my shoulder, his head buried by my neck, his hands running up and down my arms.

I had no idea what was going to happen next, and every thought terrified and excited me as I stayed trapped against the wall, not even pushing at him to let me go. It felt like I was frozen as he pressed more of his body into me, and I swallowed a moan wanting to climb up my throat.

Oh God, what was this man doing to me? He was a terrorist, a criminal. I should not be doing this.

His voice was so soft by my ear as he lifted his head to stare back in my eyes again, like he was looking right through to my soul... "Let me heal all your broken pieces, Sara, " he breathed, his lips so close, sending shivers down my spine. "Like you are healing me... just be being you."

Roman was nuzzling my face, his hands moving to slide up my back and I felt his palms by my sides cradling my body tight against him as the water kept falling down on us. "Let me put you back together. I know you are just as broken inside as I am. I can see it," he whispered against my cheek.

And he backed up to look at me again and that intense stare pierced me so deep. "I see you, Sara." He caressed my face as he whispered, "In the fucking darkness right now I can see you so clearly..."

I had no idea what to say to that at all. His thoughts took me totally by surprise and yet made more sense than anyone had ever made in my entire life.

But then he started crying and I could hardly tell since the water was already running in trails down his face but his shaking against my neck made me see that he was indeed crying. "I can't risk you dying too Sara. It was all my fault that Sasha and Ny are gone. They hurt them so much. We couldn't tell them. We couldn't and yet they tortured them right in front of me. They made me watch. They were bleeding and looking at me and I couldn't stop it...there was so much blood..."

He was full on sobbing now in my arms as I held his face in my hands as his tears slipped down his cheeks. Roman clung to me and mumbled more against my bare shoulder. "You are too precious Baby, I can't let them hurt you. I can't let them kill you. I would die for you..."

Oh God I had no idea what to do but hold him. He looked like a broken child in my arms and felt his knees buckling as his weight sent us both slipping down the wall to the tiled floor of the shower. Nothing he was saying was making any sense. Who was he talking about? Someone had died? He was scared of that person hurting me? What had he been through?

I was careful to not touch the burn as the water kept soaking it and hopefully soothing the pain. He just lay on his knees curled up on the floor, crying into my neck as I held him.

"Shhh," I cooed. "It's okay Roman. No one can hurt me. You don't have to be scared for me." I rocked him in my arms, my body curled into his as the water poured down on us. He just lay there for what seemed like a couple of silent minutes, neither of us saying anything.

Suddenly he cried out and I wondered if the pain of the torn apart muscles and nerve endings was breaking through his shock.

He pulled himself up to standing again fast. "No! Leave her alone! Hurt me! Torture me! Just don't please!" he begged, as if there was someone right in front of him.

I stood back up beside him and nearly jumped out of my skin as he slammed his fist against the tiled wall. "NO! Stop! Please stop! Don't hurt Sara!" he yelled out, his whole body shaking, his eyes tightly shut.

I grabbed his face in my hands, terrified of where his mind had gone. Had he switched out what really happened to him and the other women in his life with me now?!

"Roman! Listen to me. It's Sara. I'm right here with you. No one is hurting me."

Even in the dim light I could see him so clearly and saw the fear all over his face. He was terrified and whatever had happened to the other woman. It seemed like he was reliving it, thinking it had happened to me now too.

I saw a flicker of understanding as his eyes flew open and his hands went up to feel all over my face like he was blind and could distinguish me by touch alone. "You're here? You are okay?" he whispered breathlessly, his chest heaving.

"Yes Roman, I'm right here. I'm okay." I saw him open his beautiful eyes and the relief on his face just melted me. He smiled at my reassurance as I nodded and his eyes closed like he could breathe again. Like a massive weight was lifted off of him.

I was totally taken aback by his next movements as his hands that had been on my face, curled back behind my neck and into my soaked hair as his warm lips just crashed into mine!

Shock was all over my face as I felt his lips massaging my own, his tongue sliding across the seam of my still closed lips, and he let out a small moan as if begging for entrance.

The room the plunged into darkness right then too as someone, likely a janitor must have turned off the staff room light and I couldn't even see him in front of me. There was barely a sliver of the moon visible in the sky from the window and not even enough to give us any light on an already cloudy night.

So, there I was kissing Roman Reigns in the dark in the shower and I was so lost in all the sensations of him that I barely knew what was happening. His breath was against my mouth, his tongue teasing my lips, his fingers in my hair cupping my face, his hard body pressing me against the wall.

I opened to him, and he breathed my name into the kiss as he hungrily delved in. "Mmm, Sara," was all he said. But it was so low, so breathy, so deep and I could feel the butterflies and shivers right down to my bare toes that were up on their tip toes reaching to stretch up, to come closer to him, as our mouths dueled passionately.

Oh God, what was I doing?

I felt his hot tongue, exploring every inch of my mouth, his lips hard on mine. He tilted my head going in still deeper, sucking my tongue into his mouth as my hands clung to his shoulders and slid up around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

I had barely grasped that we were kissing when I felt his hands leave my face and the next second curl down under my thighs, against my bare skin under my dress. He lifted me with ease, up and into his arms, pushing me against the wall as he ravaged my mouth like a man starved.

"Mmm Roman." I could barely breath he had stolen the very air from my lungs with the passion of his mouth on mine. I had never felt such intense feelings from just kissing a man before. I sunk my body deeper into his arms, drowning in every sensation I was feeling of his whole body so tight around me in the darkness.

His hands splayed over my naked thighs, pulling the dress up, seeking more skin and squeezing the flesh between his long fingers as I wrapped my legs around him. How he was not crying out in pain from the burn I had no fucking clue as I felt him thrust his hips into mine.

He pulled his mouth back off my lips.

There were no masks on now, no hiding, no fake toughness or cocky bravado...just naked desire in the blackest of night.

I could barely even see him right in front of my face, but I could feel his warm breath against my skin.

"I want you," he whispered. "More than I have ever wanted anyone."

I clutched at his head, pulling his forehead to mine as I closed my eyes, taking in the weight of his confession. What was I doing? This was crazy!

"You want me?" I dared to ask, my lips just grazing his and he kissed me again.

I felt him nod against my head, his soaking wet hair swishing by my bare shoulders. "After you ran away this afternoon by the fence...I wanted to just tear it to pieces to come after you, Beautiful. "

He was still cradling me so close in his arms, his head right against mine as he whispered more. "At first I just thought I wanted to kiss you SO fucking badly, since the moment I met you that afternoon and I could barely remember my name you had me so flustered. And no woman has ever been able to do that by the way. But no, it was far more than that. After that I just wanted to know what your lips tasted like...And I wanted to know more about you. Everything about you."

I couldn't help but be in awe of how adorable that sounded and laughed at how tongue tied he made me that day too. I inhaled the very little air between our mouths and could feel my heart racing at his words as he lifted a hand to stroke it down my cheek and throat.

Roman bent his head to kiss lower by my chin and then down by the hollow of my throat. "And now... I know I want to know what more of you tastes like, feels like under my tongue and fingers." And his palms squeezed my naked thighs and slipped one hand back even further to cup one lace covered ass cheek in his hand.

I moaned and my head fell back on the shower wall as the water fell down all over me. His head came back up to my face and nuzzled my nose. "What are you feeling?" he asked me softly.

I was about to reply when he started cringing, I felt him slowly lower me back to my feet as he cried out and maybe it was too hard to keep holding me up in his arms like that. I thought it had been crazy in the first place with an injury like he had. I had no idea how he could not be feeling it at all or how he wasn't screaming in pain from the burns yet.

I tilted his head back down to my face. "You had me just as forgetful that day and I don't think I knew my own name either. " I could barely see him but saw a smile in the near darkness.

"I'm thinking Roman that I am not ready for everything." I knew I wasn't, and I knew why. I hadn't even gone all the way with Daniel or anyone.

"I am not asking for everything," he said quickly. "You can say no at any time Sara. I just want to make you feel good and forget the sadness you have hanging over you all the time. I can see it in your eyes every time I see you. Let me give you a few minutes of pleasure...all your choice. I just wanted a chance to somehow show you how I feel about you, without guards and chains and fences between us. And the drugs you gave me seemed to be helping too and I don't feel as dizzy or as out of it either."

Oh, that sounded so good and knowing I could say no and not feel pressured. I wanted him too. I did. I knew I did. I wanted all of this with him.

I nodded to him and pulled his lips back to mine in a heady kiss, tangling my fingers in his hair again. He pulled back from my lips and started trailing kisses then against my neck and down my throat to the valley between my breasts.

My dress was still relatively where it should be even with the long drapey sleeves down both my shoulders as it still covered my heaving chest just barely exposing the fullness of the top of my breasts. The dress did not allow for me to wear a bra, so I felt so very exposed to his eager and exploring mouth.

With everything being in the dark and neither of us able to see the other it felt even more intense. I did not know where his mouth or his hands would be next and that thought alone sent a rush of excitement through me.

I snuck my fingers in against his waist, feeling his skin there, just between the prison issue blue pants and his thin tank top. I slipped my hands under the soaking wet material, feeling the rock-hard muscles of his back beneath and I heard him moan at that and felt his head fall, his hair all tangly and stringy by my face as he leaned in.

"Mmm, Sara, please more," he begged me. "Everything feels so good."

My arms wrapped around his waist, but so careful of his wounded skin, as I felt him bend down then and his tongue started licking between my breasts. I slipped my hands up the front of his shirt instead and ran my fingertips along the dips and grooves of his muscles and heard the catches in his breath wherever I touched him.

"God, Roman, I need you too," I whimpered, moving my hands back to his head as it dipped lower and tangled my fingers in his hair. It wasn't I want you, like he said. I realized it seconds after I said It. I meant to say want and it came out need. But it was too late to take back now. And in the darkness, I couldn't even tell what he was thinking about my confession.

I leaned my head to his shoulder and kissed his arm, licking a path up the grooves and bumps of his tattoo, feeling all the intricate designs under my tongue. I ached to see it and memorize it, understand it, and learn more about why he chose each piece. But for now, I settled for feeling it with my tongue in the dark as I heard him moan as his head dropped lower down on my chest, my name on his lips.

The feelings this man had unearthed in me in these stolen forbidden moments was far more than I ever experienced with Daniel or any other guy I had dated. I felt like I was flying...every touch from him felt like heaven.

"Tell me to stop Sara," he breathed, licking the side of my breast and I clutched at his head.

I shook my own, flipping my wet hair back behind my head and mumbled "Mmm nnn, God, please don't Roman."

Roman interrupted my thoughts or rather our thoughts of the past again because this time I was sharing them with him. Everything I remembered I was sharing, and he still had me curled up safely in his arms as he listened.

He was shaking his head as he was looking down at me and smiling. "I still can't believe how much being burned and that whole pulling you in the shower just exploded with showing us how deep our feelings for each other already were."

I was nodding to him as I listened and agreeing, nuzzling in and kissing his neck and chin. "I know Roman, it took something like that without the chains and guards and fences to reveal it. I was too shy and scared and until you made that massive first move of pushing me against the wall and then even more when you kissed me. I just couldn't pull away and knew I wanted you as much as you wanted me too."

Roman was grinning down at me. "And now that I remember everything, I can't stop kissing you, Beauty." And he pulled me closer and more onto his lap, A groan came up his throat just as my kisses made their way from his jaw to the side of his lips until I pulled his chin down and devoured his lips with mine. His mouth opened to my seeking and eager tongue looking for his. I pulled myself up more, my body pressed against him through the prison jumpsuit even, as my arms wound around his neck.

Kissing Roman was like nothing I had ever felt.

His hands moved up my sides till they cradled my head, tilting it to deepen the kiss. I moaned into his hungry mouth as his hands tunneled through my hair, holding my head tight to his.

"Mmm Roman," I whimpered breathlessly. I buried my fingers in the wet black strands of his hair, holding his head in place for me to explore his mouth deeper, my lips eager for more of the taste of him.

I felt his hips push up ever so gently against me straddling him as we kissed, and my hips thrust down feeling that same pull to be closer. My fingers cupped the back of his neck before my flat palms spread down over his bare chest.

"God Sara," he breathed out when we took in some much-needed oxygen. He just stared at me, his eyes sparking in the moonlight as the rain ran in trails on our exposed skin. I trembled again as his hands cradled my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as his fingers dug into the hair by my ears. His forehead fell to rest on mine as we just gazed in each other's eyes. "I love you so much," he whispered into the air between us.

I inhaled sharply at the intensity of his gaze, seeing the gray in his eyes so deep and dark with passion at that moment. My hands slid back up his bare chest and under his wet shirt, tugging it off his shoulders and down his back. "I love you too," I said softly.

His eyes widened, likely at my boldness before he reached down and tugged the leather jacket off my own shoulders to fall down behind me. His hands rubbed down my arms, gently taking both of my bra straps with them as he crashed his lips back onto mine as his arms moved to tighten around my bare back.

"I seem to remember you were right here... with me kissing down between your breasts as you begged me not to stop... as you were still describing that night and I know there was more."

I smiled and tunneled my fingers in his hair and saw him teasing my skin by my chest with his lips as he looked up at me, grinning.

"Oooh baby, your skin tastes so good. So sweet." Roman purred, his tongue licking at the top of my breasts again.

My heart was pounding so hard in my chest as he kissed my chest as his hands explored my back, my sides, rubbing past the sides of my bra before settling down gripping my bare hips just above the very loose jumpsuit and tugging me harder against him on his lap. "Mm mm," he hummed, as his kisses went from my lips to the shell of my ear. My nails dug into his biceps as he sucked my ear lobe into his mouth, and I whimpered against his cheek.

His breath was panting out of him as he pulled back to look at me again. "You..." he tried, maybe not knowing what words to say as his hands massaged the skin of my hips in between his fingers. "You have no idea what you do to me, Beauty."

I smiled and he smiled back at me before wiggling his eyebrows sexily. "I'm serious, Sara." And I knew he had to be, the way he was looking at me with so much love in his eyes. "And I've decided that Beauty is my favorite nickname for you," he said kissing the tip of my nose.

I could not stop smiling. I loved the sound of him calling me Beauty. "Does that make you my Beast?" I teased. I ran my fingers through his longish dark hair. "You even almost have the hair for it. But God Roman, your eyes are such a unique color and just so YOU and the Beasts were like startling bright blue. That was one of my favorite movies growing up."

He laughed and kissed my forehead before he stuck out his lip in a cute pout at me. "I guess I could be your Beast. I am the bad guy here, just minus the chains and the prison orange and of course the fur and paws." He chuckled again.

I pulled at his one hand that I knew he still had the cuff on. "Not minus all the chains, baby and I got your orange right here. It's not very figure flattering but it sure is warm so I am beyond grateful," I smiled at him.

I knew he had tried a couple times since we got to the island to get the handcuffs off, but the damn things refused to budge. So, they hung from his wrist as a glaringly clear sign that he was still a prisoner despite changing into normal clothes and not being on a plane to be put in prison for life.

"I just want to stay here with you and hide and not come out Roman, " I whispered. "I finally feel safe, and everything everywhere just feel so dangerous and unknown. You, right here, holding me. This feel safe and I am not tired even though we should be, but I feel so wide awake from all the craziness and could stay awake and talk for hours with you and want to just know everything you are thinking and feeling."

I looked up at him again and smoothed a palm over his cheek. "I mean it. Everything about how things ended that night because you and I know it got way more intimate yet and then you just got ripped away from me, then you not remembering anything, and I felt so alone Roman for so long."

I hugged him tighter. "I don't want to sleep because I am afraid if I fall asleep, I will wake up and I won't be in your arms. I'm so scared I'm dreaming or something horrible. And I need you so much."

Roman snuggled me so close and rocked me in his arms. "We can stay up here as long as you need baby. I am not tired either and more like wired and full of adrenaline and I'm sure it will crash later. But I want you to trust that you are safe, and I am not going anywhere, and you are going to wake up right in my arms again Beauty. We are NOT going to get torn apart again. Just have a little faith."

He kissed my head and pulled me tight to his chest and I closed my eyes. "Tell me the rest of what you remember from that night...how good I made you feel."

I smiled against his chest. "Oh God Roman I will never forget that as long as I live. I started that night not even feeling pretty at all, but you made me feel SO beautiful, SO wanted and SO attractive."

"Mmmm I am so glad. You deserve it and you are that and so much more. Believe that."