Playing The Risk - Book One in The WSU Series

- Chapter Fifty-Four -

"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." - Emily Brontë.

"I've missed you so much." Roma whispers, his voice still sleepy. "I've missed us." The past twenty-four hours have been a rollercoaster. I stretch my arm across his torso lying on my stomach. "I meant it." I rest my chin on his chest, stroking the side of his neck slowly and lightly. "Every bit of it." He reassures me.

"And I love you Roma freaking Carter." Words I never knew I'd say a couple of months ago— I wouldn't have it anyway. Falling in love with Roma has been the single, most best thing to happen to me. After losing my mom— I felt lost but Roma was there for me. He helped me. I know my moms looking down on me right now knowing I made the right decision. I love him and I'm never going to stop saying it.

"I love these moments," Roma confesses before placing a slow, soft kiss on my jaw. "I love every moment with you." Before I know it he's rolled me on my back, leaning on his elbows which are placed on either side of my head. His legs barracking mine while his lips hover over mine. "I need to know..." he mutters before grinding against me which makes it hard to focus. "Why did you call me that night— the carnival?"

I cast my mind back to that night, the pouring rain, me sat in my car waiting for it to stop. Debating whether or not I should call him.

"I had to hear your voice," I admit, those twenty-four hours were terrible for me. After losing my mom— I couldn't afford to lose anyone else and there I was, holding back tears over some guy who managed to sneak his way into my heart. "When you let me walk away," his voice cracks slightly, "my heart broke." I cup his face in my hands, staring into those beautiful hazel eyes. "It was your future, I couldn't—" I correct myself "I can't be selfish."

Roma leans down, laying completely on top of me but still holding his pressure on his forearms rather than my body. Burying his face into the crook of my neck, "strawberries." A smile appears on my face without even trying. "I got to admit something." I hear him say before pulling away allowing me to see his face fully.

Taking a deep breath he carries on, "I bought the bakery," I let out a small laugh, "I know." He shakes his head slowly, "it's in your name— as soon as you turn twenty-one it's yours."

I freeze not knowing what to say.

All this time I was convinced his family now owned my family's legacy and now it's going to be mine? "What?" My voice comes out more shaky than I would have liked, "I bought the bakery in your name, not mine." He explains slowly allowing me to take in the information.

"It's mine? Fully?" I whisper, feeling tears filling my eyes.

The last piece of my mom.

She put everything into that bakery and now it was going to be mine.

"I love you so fucking much." I pull him in for a deep kiss, the kiss that creates butterflies. The best kind of kiss. Our lips break apart allowing us to catch our breaths, "why didn't you tell me?" His eyes shining with something I can't quite place, "I wanted to keep the information for something important." He offers a small smile knowing he's been keeping this a secret.