Page 78 of Ski You Later
A group of guys walk past the couch and head for the sliding door, but Roman does a double take as he sees me slumped in the seat. Sensing the change in my mood, he says something to the others and then promptly plops down beside me.
Before I say a word, he wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. “What’s wrong, Langley?” The concern behind his voice starts to unravel me, and I can’t stop as my eyes start to water. That concern morphs to fear instantly, and I feel a warm hand at my back as I’m ushered towards my room. Closing the door behind us, he turns on the lamps and sits on the bed with me.
“Hey, hey. None of that, why’s my girl crying?” His gentle hands cup my face, swiping away the tears as they continue to fall.
“It’s nothing, it’s really so dumb,” I blabber and force myself to laugh it off, as if I am not bothered at all.
“Rhodes. Talk to me.” His strong hands feel so good on my face, and I can’t stop myself from gripping his wrist and falling into his palm.
I look at my bedroom wall, not wanting to meet his gaze in case he thinks I’m crazy. “I was just excitedto have a night with you, that’s all. I didn’t even realize how badly I wanted you all to myself until it was ripped away.”
His hand lightly grips my chin, promptly moving my head towards him and causing our gazes to clash. That look is back in his eyes, as if I’m everything on a silver platter and he is a man starved.
Moving into my space, I can’t stop my body’s reaction to the low drawl of his voice. “If you wanted it just to be us tonight, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to ruin anything for you. The team was finally warming to you, this is what you always wanted, and I wasn’t going to ruin it,” I state flatly, but his eyes seem to heat as he leans into me.
“Wrong,” he states simply.
“What do you mean wrong?” I furrow my brow at him as he keeps his gaze on me.
“What you just said. It’s wrong.” He leans on the arm behind me, and our faces are inches apart.
“What was wrong with it?” I can’t help the breathy quality of my voice, as his presence is distracting me more than I care to admit.
He lowers his head, our lips brushing in a shadow of a kiss. “All I’ve ever wanted is you, love.” Leaning in slightly, our mouths meeting in a gentle kissthat seems to last an eternity. I savour every second of contact as I put my hand on his neck and hold him close.
“Would you want to stay over?” I blurt out between us before I can think twice about it.
Hope and joy fill his gaze as he quickly grabs my hands and holds them between us. “There’s nothing in this world I want more than that.” His words hit me in the heart, and I blush furiously.
He gives me another soul-shattering kiss before we both get ready for bed.
Pulling out the makeup wipes from my desk, I plop down on my chair and start getting ready to sleep. “Well, the good news is that no one could possibly think we were faking our relationship,” I say jokingly.
I find him leaning down towards me, wrapping both his arms around my middle, and tucking his face into the crook of my neck. “Langley, I was never faking it.”
CHAPTER 30
I don’t know how I got so lucky.
Now this practice would only be applicable if the recipient has received blunt force trauma to the…
Oh shoot, I wasn’t reading any of that. Groaning loudly into the living space, I go back to the top of the page and try my best to focus. While the professors are very willing to give us extensions on our assignments, those due dates approach faster and faster every time.
Aurora must feel the same as I watch her furiously erase the work in front of her. Cursing at her textbook as she reads the back and realizes everything, she did was wrong. I stifle my chuckle, but her gaze whips towards me before I can get away with it.
“What’s so funny? Last time I checked, your paper is due in five hours.”
I chance a look at the clock and hang my head in defeat. Even though I’ve been working on this thingall week, it won’t meet the usual standard by which I hold myself.
Aurora must see the defeat on my face, our roles quickly reversing as I watch her start to laugh. “Shut it,” I grumble in her direction, and put my head in my hands.
“Oh, Roman. Please come over! Want to sit on the couch and watch my doodle for a couple of hours.” She puts on this high-pitched, sarcastic voice and drags out each of the words.
“You’re a bully. I hope you know that.” I lean back in my seat, glaring at my best friend on the other side of the couch. “And he wasn’t just watching me draw, we were watching a movie,” I grumble under my breath.
She pins me with an incredulous look. “Honey. I don’t know exactly what was going on, but neither of you were looking at the screen.”
