𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑| 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 ✔

LIX

I rolled over, and was startled to feel the warmth and softness of someone else's skin, contacting with mine.
I angled my head up, to see Roger, shirtless and with his hands behind his head, as a cigarette dangled low from his bottom lip, using his upper lip to stop it from falling.

"Morning" he uttered, in a low, hoarse voice, with a grin set upon his lips.

"Hi.." I replied, pursing my lips together, as I took in his morning appearance. It was an indescribable feeling that I missed, dearly. Just starting my day, by waking up next to him.

I was pulled, slightly closer to him, as he wrapped both of his arms around my neck and pecked my forhead, while my cheek was pressed against his chest, listening to the soft, rhythmic, sound of his heart beating.

"When will you visit?" Roger asked me, resting his chin on my temple, as I wrapped my arms around his waist, still lazily, lying down.

"Not sure... Some point during this week or next week. I'll call you.. When are you breakin up with-"

"Soon. And I'll phone you every night that I don't see you or Priscilla" he answered, before I could even get a chance to finish my question.
I sighed and nodded, agreeing.
"Don't worry about Camilla. I will break up with her. When the timings right. But right now I just want to spend this moment with you, and not talk about her" he comfortingly caressed my shoulder.

I knew how much of an idiot I was being. Letting Roger mess around with me, while he wasn't exactly single. But that's what I had to endure through our relationship.

⚜︎

Roger and I walked out of the house, me carrying a shattered Priscilla on my hip, as we sauntered over to his vehicle.
We stopped in front of it, as he sighed, not exactly thrilled that he had to be leaving.

"Why don't you both stay with me in London?" Roger suggested in a whisper, so I could only hear.

"I can't, Rog. Not yet" I shook my head, sighing. He nodded in understanding, as it was a last-minute and unorganized request.

Priscilla reached her arms over to Roger, who gladly took her gently from my arms and into his.

"Bye daddy" Priscilla said, with a smile on her face, as she hugged his neck. It was clear that she liked referring to Roger as her dad.

"Bye sweetheart" he murmured into her hair, kissing the side of her head, holding her for a moment, before he realized he needed to pass her back over to me.

I sat Priscilla on the ground and told her to go inside and play with her toys.
I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering due to the regular Scottish weather.

"Roger... Before you go... I need to tell you something..." I said, biting the inside of my cheek, in slight nervousness. All morning I debated with myself on what to do, before I came to a conclusion, which needed to be shared with Roger.

"What is it?" he asked, furroing his brows, placing his hands on his hips.

"I don't want to continue whatever it is that's going on between us, until you're truly broken up with Camilla.." I started, watching as he looked down at the ground, licking his upper lip.
"We'll still go along with our original plan. I'll bring Priscilla over to London whenever, and you can call every night... Or whenever you like. But I can't be with you, when you're not fully available. I can't be that girl. I won't be that girl" I refused, taking a shaky breath, as I waited for any sort of response.

"I see. Well, then I'll need to break up with her soon" he joked, chuckling, as I smiled, nervously.
"No, I get it. If you want to wait 'till I've broken up with her. Then we'll wait. I'll wait as long as it tales" he replied, more truthfully and meaningfully, before wrapping his arms around my frame, I looked up at his baby blue eyes, which the early morning sun had brightened, making them all the more beautifull.
"No goodbye kiss, at least?" he teased.

I rolled my eyes and pecked his cheek.
"That's all you're getting, until I'm the only woman in the picture" I told him, smiling, in a half-joking-manner.

"I can live with that. For now" he shrugged, with a devilish grin plastered on his face, as he opened his car door, started the engine, and drove off, as I stood there, folding my arms, before walking back inside.