Roman frowned when he woke up alone in bed next morning. He had woken up with her many times before but this time he had really been looking forward to it after what happened between them the night before.
The sex had been mind blowing. They had fit together perfectly. Everything had felt right. And now she was gone. She had snuck out during the night as if he was a bad one night stand. Only problem was that she couldn't run far when they lived together.
He got out of bed and walked out of his room. The house seemed way too quiet but he still took a round to make sure she wasn't hiding somewhere. He was on his way back to his own room when the front door opened and he heard her walk inside. He heard her walk out in the kitchen and place a bag on the kitchen table. He walked out there too and cleared his throat. She didn't turn around but pretended to be busy emptying the bag.
"I bought breakfast," she said.
"Blair," he said.
"Croissants," she said.
"Blair," he tried again.
"And not the cheap ones. I walked all the way to Bayley's Bakery to get you the good stuff. I even bought chocolate croissants because I know how much you love those. Just plain for me though," she said.
"Blair!" He cut through. "Look at me."
She let go of the bag but didn't turn around.
"I'd rather not," she said.
"Why not?" He asked.
"If I look at you right now, it becomes real," she answered.
"It was real," he said.
"Let's just forget it happened," she said.
"I don't want to," he said. "Damn it, I love you, Blair."
"I love you too. We're friends," she said.
"Not like that. I'm in love with you," he said. "God damn it, will you please just look at me?"
She turned around and her eyes widened at the sight of him.
"Why are you naked?" She asked.
"I just got out of bed and you left me there naked," he answered.
"And the boner?" She asked.
"Have you looked in the mirror recently?" He smirked.
He walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her and slid his hands down to grab her ass through that short, black dress. He dropped his head down, kissed up her neck and gently tugged on her earlobe with his teeth.
"You wore this dress because you wanted me to react, didn't you?" He asked.
"Yes," she admitted.
"I'm not up for being your toy. I won't be strike three. I want you, Blair. All of you. I've been in love with you for so long. So if you don't want the same as me, let me know right now and we'll forget this ever happened," he said.
"I do. I want you, Roman," she almost whimpered.
She leaned closer to him, kissing his chest while moving a hand between them to grab his dick.
"Fuck! Blair!" He growled. "Don't toy with me, please."
"I'm in love with you, Roman. I didn't think you felt the same since you never tried anything when I crawled into your bed," she said.
He chuckled lowly and caught her lips in a kiss.
"Bathroom," he said.
"What about it?" She asked.
"Get out there and get naked. We need a shower," he said.
"But breakfast," she said.
"I promise you we'll work up one hell of an appetite in the shower," he squeezed her ass. "Now, my lovely new girlfriend, get in the damn shower before I bend you over this table and fuck you on the croissants."