Page 32 of Dark Romeo

“Don’t change the subject. Who was he and how good was he in bed?” A wide toothy grin spread across her face.

I felt my cheeks heat up as the memories of the last twenty-four hours assaulted my mind.

Nora’s grin grew wider. “Dear Lord, the man has made you speechless. Tell me everything. Did you meet him out somewhere?”

“Well…not exactly.”

“Through a friend?”

“No.”

She let out a huff. “So? Where’d you met him?”

“Um, at Mom’s?”

Nora’s mouth dropped open. “Are you actually telling me that you picked up a guy at the cemetery?”

I winced. “No. He asked me out.”

“So, you allowed yourself to be picked up by some guy you met at a graveyard?”

“Kinda?”

“I knew it. You,” she waggled her finger at me, “are a closet freak.”

“What? I am not.”

“Freaky deacky leather squeaky.”

I laughed, mostly out of embarrassment. I was not having this conversation with a woman who was old enough to be my grandmother. “It’s not like that.”

“Did you make out with him at the cemetery?”

“Ew, Nora, we were at a cemetery.”

“Didn’t stop you from thinking about it, did it?”

I had more than thought about it. I remembered how Roman had pressed his finger to his mouth in a shushing motion, drawing my eyes to his lips. Those perfect lips, the most beautiful lips I had ever seen on a man. I had wanted to pull them against my mouth and taste them. I had wanted it with a fierceness that had taken my breath away.

“I knew it.” Nora was grinning at me, her head nodding slightly. “I could see it all over your face.”

I didn’t bother denying it. I gulped down water, trying to quell the heat rising up my body.

“Did you sleep with him?”

I choked, spluttering water everywhere. “Nora!” I admonished, my cheeks flushing red-hot as images of the last twenty-four hours with him—his skin, his tongue, his body—washed over me.

“Oh my lolly gobble bliss bomb! You did sleep with him!” she screamed.

“Nora, shhh.” I cringed as I imagined my other neighbors hearing.

“Tell. Me. Everything. Height, specs, penis size.”

“I don’t know his penis size!”

“Lame.” She huffed out a breath of air. “Tell me everything anyway.”

My stomach fluttered, forcing a grin out of me. “Okay.”

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