Love, Lies & Bad boys

Chapter Thirty One

I was wide awake now. I still couldn't believe that Roman had somehow managed to diffuse one of the worst panic attacks that I had ever had, a feat that I had declared impossible.

He provided more security and made me feel at ease than anyone else ever in my life. The effect he had over me both scared me and awed me.

Roman placed me gently on the bed, and handed me my clothes.

He turned away as I pulled them on, somewhat clumsily.

"I'm done." I announced, in a croaky voice.

Roman turned, looked at me once and then walked over to side table where there was water, poured out a glass and gave it to me.

I gladly took it from him, downing the contents greedily.

Silence. There was just silence. Somehow the silence was louder than any noise, it was resounding and awkward.

"You want to talk about it?" Roman asked, breaking the silence, his low baritone voice reverberating through the room.

I shook my head, signalling a no.

He ran his hands through his hair.

"I'm sleeping on the couch. Call me if you need something...anything." He said, and started moving towards the couch.

I didn't want to be alone. For once, I actually craved someone's company and I didn't want him to go far from me.

I don't know what it was about him, or why my body responded like it did to him, but I wanted to feel that comfort again.

Just for once, I wanted to be selfish.

"Ro-Roman, erm, I- You, could you uh-" I fumbled for words.

"Yeah?" he asked, hurrying to my side at once.

I couldn't believe how caring he was.

"Could, just for the night, just once, could you erm- if you don't mind, just lie next to me?" I mumbled.

He looked surprised.

"You don't have to if you don't want to! It's okay. I'll just sleep, you go sleep on the couch." I rushed, retracting my request.

I had been rejected so many times in my life, so many requests denied, that this was nothing new to me. Obviously Roman wouldn't want to lie down next to a girl who had insulted him in every way.

I just quickly pulled the covers onto me, and settled in, giving him a bright smile to tell him that I was fine.

"Scoot over." He said

"What?" I asked.

"Move a bit more. I need more space than this. I mean haven't you seen me? All two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle and sinew." He said, trying to lighten the mood.

I just sat there gaping at him.

He sighed and lifted me, the second time today.

I squealed.

He set me further on the bed, and then to my utter and complete surprise he settled in next to me, dragging a part of the cover onto himself.

I was still staring at him wide eyed.

I still couldn't believe he had complied with my request.

Roman closed his eyes, and got comfortable.