"There's a word I found recently. Evanescence. It made me think of you. It made me think of us. Were we just a dream, Sebastian?"
TW : Key themes of suicide and trauma.
WARNING: This is Book Two. Please read "affluenza" first to avoid any spoilers...
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KISSING ROMAN FELT easy as breathing. A soft gasp leaves my mouth as his lips move against mine, fervent and hot and so passionate it makes my head dizzy. He kissed me like he'd been waiting for a lifetime to do so. Like it was all he'd ever wanted to do. I release my grasp on his wrist and lower it only for it to find its place on Roman's thigh. The sound that leaves his mouth is one that I would record and replay a million times over and over and over again.
I bring my right hand to Roman's shoulder, clutching onto his soft shirt as my mind runs in circles. I was kissing Roman. I was kissing Roman. Maybe what he'd said that day we went boxing had more truth to it than I imagined. This kiss was full of more sexual tension than I'd ever thought it could be and it led me to believe that he knew all along that it was there.
Roman's teeth slowly bite on my bottom lip, causing a low moan to leave my mouth, one that I can't hold back. I pull back from Roman for just a moment, taking in his swollen lips and lip ring and alive eyes. I push myself onto my knees before straddling them on either side of Roman, my hips coming down to meet his. "Jesus Christ," Roman murmurs, his hands coming to firmly rest on my bottom as he pulls me back in for a kiss.
My hands come up to his face immediately, bringing him as close to me as humanly possible. I relish in the soft skin of his face, unable to stop touching it, that beautiful face that I'd come to know so fondly over this month. I was still angry at him, so, so angry at him but there was still nothing I wanted more than to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him.
Roman's hands aren't idle either, cupping my butt through my shorts before sliding up to my waist and roaming over the skin there. Every single touch felt like fireworks to me, little bursts of light illuminating me each time. I thought that riding on his motorcycle was the biggest rush of adrenaline I'd ever felt, but it didn't even hold a candle to this.
I wanted more. No, I needed more, and judging by the low sounds leaving Roman's throat every so often, he'd be more than happy to give me more. I knew I only had to ask.
I pull back to do just that when there's a knock on my door. My eyes go as wide as saucers as I quickly climb off of Roman, grabbing his shoulders and using all my strength to push him off of the bed and onto the floor beside it. "God, Braylen," he grumbles, rubbing his arm.
"Shhh!" I hiss back, running a hand through my hair. "Come in!"
Devin opens the door, eyes sleepy and still heavily intoxicated. "Hey, um, you okay?" Devin slurs. "Me and Robs thought we heard screaming."
"Yeah, I was just...watching a scary movie. I should've turned it down. Sorry," I lie. So much for stupid soundproof walls.
"Oh, cool, cool," Devin responds and I nearly laugh at how out of it he is. "Hey, and you shouldn't get too down about Roman, either."
