Ch 13
She didn't respond. She couldn't, and like so many times before, she let herself forget. Her denial was thick, and she redirected her attention to him. Running at an alarmingly high speed, she quickly reverted her attention back to the moment---Violently grabbing his hands, allowing zero space between them, clinging so tightly she could hardly breathe. Everything about her at that moment turned him on and he soon began forgeting right along with her. Grabbing her by the waist, she was propelled towards the bed with brute force. She slid off his belt and pulled at his shirt lightly, but before getting any further, he had her slip up over her thighs. His passion was so thick, she swore she could almost smell it in the air. Deep, hot breathes rolled past their lips as they simultaneously realized that nothing could bring them back from this point. No questions, no doubts or revelations, nothing. He couldn't bare the wait as she worked his pants off onto the floor. He needed her now, and she shot out several quick gasps, wanting this more and more with each passing second. He pushed her back further onto the bed, and opened his eyes to view her reaction as he delved into her. Kissing her shortly after, he felt her lips tremble as he tried to still them with his own.
She woke the next morning and after brushing her hair from her face, she scanned the room for a robe. Not being able to find one, she grabbed Roman's dress shirt instead and threw it on, buttoning it once for good measure. She leaned over to catch a quick glance of him still sleeping. She found herself taking glances like that quite often, and lately, they'd gotten longer. She wanted to commit every piece of him to memory, though she wasn't entirely sure why. He had her finding new feelings everytime she saw him. What this was all about was still a mystery to her. A mystery she wasn't yet willing to unearth. She took a quick shower. They didn't have much time left, and she wanted to spend as much as possible doing things she couldn't back in Salem. She wrapped a towel around herself and scurried back to the bedroom after she realized she'd forgotten a change of clothes. While she was rooting through her still not unpacked suitcase, she felt an arm claim her waist. Roman was up, and pulled her close to his chest, kissing the side her head. She felt her towel start to slip and she raised an arm to fix it. "Morning," she heard whispered gruffly into her ear. She turned around.
"Hi, listen, can you give me a few minutes? I just want to get dressed before we get breakfast and decide what to do today."
"What if I already know what I want to do today," he said smoothly, while tightening his grip on her back. She quickly put two and two together. "Roman, no," she said softly, with a smile. "Come on, we're in the Big Apple, the cultural epicenter of the entire country, and you don't even want to get out of bed?"
"Everything I wanna see is right here."
"Nice one, but honestly, you don't want to go out and do anything?"
"How 'bout we stick around here for an hour or two," he began as he began lightly pulling at her towel, "see what...develops, and after that, we'll do everything else there is to do in this town."
She looked up at him. He was giving her that look she could never deny.
She didn't respond. She couldn't, and like so many times before, she let herself forget. Her denial was thick, and she redirected her attention to him. Running at an alarmingly high speed, she quickly reverted her attention back to the moment---Violently grabbing his hands, allowing zero space between them, clinging so tightly she could hardly breathe. Everything about her at that moment turned him on and he soon began forgeting right along with her. Grabbing her by the waist, she was propelled towards the bed with brute force. She slid off his belt and pulled at his shirt lightly, but before getting any further, he had her slip up over her thighs. His passion was so thick, she swore she could almost smell it in the air. Deep, hot breathes rolled past their lips as they simultaneously realized that nothing could bring them back from this point. No questions, no doubts or revelations, nothing. He couldn't bare the wait as she worked his pants off onto the floor. He needed her now, and she shot out several quick gasps, wanting this more and more with each passing second. He pushed her back further onto the bed, and opened his eyes to view her reaction as he delved into her. Kissing her shortly after, he felt her lips tremble as he tried to still them with his own.
She woke the next morning and after brushing her hair from her face, she scanned the room for a robe. Not being able to find one, she grabbed Roman's dress shirt instead and threw it on, buttoning it once for good measure. She leaned over to catch a quick glance of him still sleeping. She found herself taking glances like that quite often, and lately, they'd gotten longer. She wanted to commit every piece of him to memory, though she wasn't entirely sure why. He had her finding new feelings everytime she saw him. What this was all about was still a mystery to her. A mystery she wasn't yet willing to unearth. She took a quick shower. They didn't have much time left, and she wanted to spend as much as possible doing things she couldn't back in Salem. She wrapped a towel around herself and scurried back to the bedroom after she realized she'd forgotten a change of clothes. While she was rooting through her still not unpacked suitcase, she felt an arm claim her waist. Roman was up, and pulled her close to his chest, kissing the side her head. She felt her towel start to slip and she raised an arm to fix it. "Morning," she heard whispered gruffly into her ear. She turned around.
"Hi, listen, can you give me a few minutes? I just want to get dressed before we get breakfast and decide what to do today."
"What if I already know what I want to do today," he said smoothly, while tightening his grip on her back. She quickly put two and two together. "Roman, no," she said softly, with a smile. "Come on, we're in the Big Apple, the cultural epicenter of the entire country, and you don't even want to get out of bed?"
"Everything I wanna see is right here."
"Nice one, but honestly, you don't want to go out and do anything?"
"How 'bout we stick around here for an hour or two," he began as he began lightly pulling at her towel, "see what...develops, and after that, we'll do everything else there is to do in this town."
She looked up at him. He was giving her that look she could never deny.