Page 93 of Dark Romeo

Back at my apartment, I’d barely finished changing into the t-shirt I usually slept in when my phone rang.

Oh shit. It was Roman. Don’t answer it!

I answered it and his deep husky voice filled my ears.

“Your date looks like a stiff.”

What the fuck? I sat up in bed. He’d been following me?

I thought back to the feeling of being watched at the restaurant. Roman had been outside. It had been him there watching me from the shadows, intruding, unwanted, into a private moment I was having with my date. I should be furious. Instead it sent a thrill rushing through my blood. Stupid body.

“Well, I like him,” I lied. “What’s not to like? He’s handsome, sweet and he doesn’t confuse me like some people.”

“He doesn’t kiss you like I do.”

My mind flooded with the memory of Roman’s kisses, all night, all over my naked body. I began to sweat in my sheets. My breasts became too sensitive and uncomfortably full. I felt like I’d suddenly developed a fever. And yet, I shivered.

No, I wouldn’t play into this. I couldn’t.

“He’s a great kisser.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying.”

“If he was such a great kisser, why did you leave him standing on the sidewalk at the end of the night?”

My skin prickled. Roman had been watching me. He was there outside the restaurant watching Christian kiss me in the car, then watching us again outside my apartment at the end of the night as I avoided a second kiss. He had been following me.

“If you were mine,” he spoke in such a quiet voice I almost didn’t hear him, “you’d never leave me on the sidewalk.”

If you were mine… If I were his…

I could never be his.

I jumped up from my bed, throwing my sheets off me, and ran to my window. I had left it partly open, my curtains pushed to the side to let in the breeze. I could smell the scent of the city: cigarette smoke, car fumes and the hint of hot frying oil from a fast food café down the road.

The street below looked dark. Nothing moved. Was he down there still, watching my window? Or was he on the roof? Peering at me from one of the dark apartments across the street? Could he see me standing here looking for him?

I swear I could feel his eyes on me again. Watching me. The place between my legs that was empty of him throbbed.

“Send me a kiss goodnight, little rabbit.”

He was out there in the dark. I stared out, biting my lip, trying to see through into each shadow to the beautiful secret hidden within.

“Where are you?” I whispered, my body buzzing.

“In the dark. A place you shouldn’t follow me into.”

I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. Oh, but I wanted to…

Send me a kiss goodnight.

I remembered his lips on mine. My eyelids fluttered shut as I lifted a hand up.

I had meant to touch my lips, to blow him a kiss, but on the way up my fingertips brushed across the swell of my breast and I hissed. God, that felt good. I was so sensitive, so ready, my body burning at the knowledge that his eyes were on me.

The darkness behind my eyelids made me bold. I brushed my nipples again. In my ear I heard him moan, the same sweet noise he’d made all that night. He was watching me and he liked what he saw.

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