Page 116 of Rome: The Ballerina

“And, that’s alright. Nothing’s wrong with that, sister girl. Be you, boo,” Roulette said, “Be you, honey. Let others adjust.We’ve told you that once, and we’ll tell you again. Every time you need a reminder. That’s what the hell we’re here for.”

“I appreciate you all. I really do, but I have to go now. He’ll be pulling through the gates at any minute.”

“We love you!”

“We love you.”

“Have fun.”

“Be safe.”

“Love you!”

“In this lifetime and the others–”

“We promise to find you.”

“I’ll wait,” I said as I blew a kiss into the camera.

I ended the call and popped open the new LV bag that Saint had gifted me. My cell fit right inside with my coin pouch, gum,Riottravel-sized bottle, and blot sponge in case my makeup got a bit too dewy for my liking.

I gazed at my reflection in the round mirror above the console table. With the help of my sisters, I’d chosen a powder pink mini skirt with chiffon waves hanging down to the floor, a cream top one-strap top and gold accessories courtesy ofSubtle.

Admittedly, I felt as though conquering the world would be an easy task tonight. I pushed out my chest and lifted my nose higher in the air. Childers' blood ran all through me. Not only could you tell by my genetic makeup, but by my mental as well.

Bright lights flashed across my foyer. I took one final look in the mirror before turning toward the door. My heartbeat slowed to a creep. Anticipation crept up my spine like a chill in the night air.

He’s here. I concluded, watching as his shadow appeared at my door.

With my nose and chest in the air, I stepped forward. A chill crept up my spine. My entire body quivered.

“Uhhh,” I groaned, shaking off the trembles.

Ding.

Dong.

I twisted the knob. The door parted from its frame, revealing the most handsome gentleman, clad in cream and denim. Big, audacious flowers weighed on his hands, nearly covering his entire stomach and chest, ending along his neckline.

“Oh–” I gasped, “Wow.”

I stepped aside, quickly acknowledging the fact that I wouldn’t be able to carry the bouquet inside myself. Saint stepped into my home, making it apparent that he didn’t expect me to. He traveled through my hallway and entered the kitchen.

Never asking for directions.

Never asking for instructions.

Nothing.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention as he met me at the kitchen entry. The flowers were carefully placed on the counter to await my return. They didn’t need a vase.

His hand was carefully placed on my cheek. His lips were carefully placed on top of mine. His tongue was carefully placed in my mouth. And, his head was carefully angled for maximum efficiency.

Our tongues danced, sloppily communicating our thirst for one another. Our hunger. Our yearning. Our desire.

“Good evening, Mellow,” he rasped, wiping my gloss from his lips.

Breathlessly, I gazed up into those big amber eyes. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. He was all-consuming. And, I was wrapped around the long fingers he was caressing my backside with.

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