"Want to know how I felt with the thought of another man's touching what's mine?" His finger edge deeper inside of me, tears dripping down my face, light sobs echo throughout the room.
"I was envious." My fingernails dug into his skin, sobbing agai...
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Dawn Drakos Seattle, Washington. . . .
"What are you accomplishing by helping me?"
His head hovered above mine, scrambling away from the floor we sat at my desk. His hand moved again, going around the back of my chair. I could feel his eyes roaming around the sketches.
I waited for my answer, trying really hard not to acknowledge the warmth I felt coming off his body, it made my body react by heating, a pool of heat filling in my belly.
"Focus," He finally says, he leaned over me, pointing to the sketch, his voice hushed and masculine, god damn him. My gaze darts to his very large shoulder, what is he a titan?
"I'm focused," I moved closer to the desk, no matter how much distance I put between us, I could feel his body heat, his eyes watching me.
"How do you expect me to focus when you're hovering over me?"
Roman placed his left hand on my desk and bent further down, I kept my eyes trained on the sketch, the pencil in my hand ready to drop. Diyos tulungan mo ako...
I swallowed the lump that just appeared in my throat, "You still need more time,"
He spoke again, I narrowed my eyes. I thought we had been through this already, the whole reason I'm sitting here for the last two hours with him was so I didn't need more time, with his help. And so far his help- as much as I didn't want to admit it, he was helping a lot.
I lowered my head, I was exhausted. My left-hand ached, more than it did in the last year and my right hand barely could hang on if I draw a straight line. I was starving, my stomach complained more times than I do in a day.
He rounded the desk until he was standing in front of me, in the two hours we had been in the same room together. His suit jacket lay across the white sofa, his white button-up rolled to his elbows, I had a very good view of his arms, a tattoo on his forearm, my eyes ran up the veins on them, oh god-
His arms filled out the sleeve perfectly, his muscles snuggled into the thin fabric and not leaving much space for imagination. It just got very warm in here. I was gawking at Roman arms or his large muscles apart of them.
"Didn't you say you were gonna help me?" I rolled my eyes, rubbing my temples. The Bruce Wayne-looking man in front of me worked at his jaw. "If your not, I can ask-"
"I already said I'll do it," a round of my words died, my mouth clamped shut. It didn't seem to bother him that he was helping me, it seem like he wants to help me...
I studied his face for a second, then nodded slowly. I decided to allow whatever this tension between us to die for a split second. For the sake of my pride.
We sat in silence, working as we did for the last two hours. out of the corner of my eye, I watched him place something on my desk.
"Eat these until the food comes," I heard him say, looking down, my gaze found something wrapped in golden paper.
