Illusions

7. it

Roman's POV

Amira fell asleep on the couch after obsessing over Peeta, even though he wasn't even all that.

I didn't watch the first part of the movie so I was confused and she did not want to explain so I continued to be confused.

I don't know why I even stayed.

Now I'm deciding over sleeping in her room or putting her in there and sharing this couch with a cat.

Reluctantly, I get up and walk to Amira and pick her up bridal style. 

I've been doing this too much.

She has a little set on and I would be lying if I said I didn't like it. 

Amira looks ravishing in anything she wears and today I acknowledged it. When she unzipped her hoodie in the car today and she had her little bra on, it was red and I felt my resolve slip the longer I stared at her. 

And then she opened the door in her set with the robe untied and her shorts hiked up, Christ.

I stare down at her and take in her deep red set, with lace at the top and sparkly things on the straps. 

I can't be doing this, she's not mine.

Opening her door with my foot, I quickly set her down on her bed and put her comforter over her. Then I walk over to the couch again to get her cat, which keeps running away from me.

I try to be quiet and walk over to it on the table, but it sees me and sprints, almost knocking over a vase in the process. It runs into the office room and then the bathroom, and then the kitchen.

I manage to corner it in the kitchen, but it seems to have sharp claws, and I don't want to get rabies, so I have to be smart with this. 

Looking around, I find a jar of treats and grab a couple, coaxing it to me with them. Surprisingly, it comes to me and starts eating the treats, so I pick it up and drop it off with Amira, who's still sleeping. 

I close the door silently and get ready for bed with the spare toothbrush she gave me and realize I'll have to sleep in my work clothes.

Settling into the couch, I shrug my shirt off and take my belt off, carefully folding and leaving them underneath the coffee table. 

While I'm drifting off, I feel something jump on me, so I open my eyes and see the cat on my stomach. 

"How the fuck did you even get here," I rasp while squinting in the dark, "leave."

It meows in response.

I roll my eyes and fall asleep a couple of minutes after.

I'm woken up by something slamming shut. 

Feeling around for my phone, I turn the flashlight on and walk over to Amira's room, where I assume the sound came from. I open the door and find her on the floor with her back against the wall and her head in her hands. 

"Amira."

She looks at me and I see her tear-stained face. 

"I'm sorry for waking you up," she sniffles, fixing her hair and clothes, "uh, you can sleep in here, I won't be able to sleep anyways."

She gets up wordlessly and slips away, but I grab her arm and pull her back in front of me. I watch her take in what I look like without a shirt on.

"We may not get along," I whisper, sliding my hand down her arm, "but we do have to communicate in order to do this, so if you want to tell me what happened, please do. But I won't force you, Amira, just know I'll listen if you want me to."