Page 39 of Rome: The Ballerina

His brows furrowed. Suddenly, his smile disappeared and all movement halted. Sac paused, picking up on everything I was putting down. He began piecing it together rather quickly.

“No one has–”

“Taken me on a date. Pissed me off. Cheated.”

I sighed, shaking my head.

“Courted me. Ghosted me. Lied to me. Strung me along. Played with my head. Embarrassed me. Betrayed me.”

“Loved you?”

I shook my head.

“Chased you?”

I shook my head.

“Kissed you?”

I shook my head.

“Entered you?”

My breath hiked in my chest. My eyes grew tired. They sagged with desire. Passion. Lust. Desperation. Salacity. Still, I shook my head.

“No.” This time, my voice made its presence known.

“Tasted you?”

I shook my head, batting my lashes slowly. Suddenly, I was overcome with heat.

“No.”

Sac halted, gazing with unblinking eyes.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

I began to count down, trying my hardest to regulate my system.

Breathe, baby.

After ten seconds, his right hand pressed against his face. He rubbed it up and down as if he was attempting to remove his skin, but he was attempting to make sense of what I’d just revealed.

“I’m sorry, Rome–”

He began, piercing my heart.

“Sac–”

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