Illusions

14. room

Roman's POV

Amira and Edward are still in the kitchen and I'm fucking bored.

I finished Amira's bourbon and now I'm waiting for her to bring the whiskey.

But she's taking forever, and if she doesn't get here in two minutes I'm going in to get her.

I can't really remember why I called her or how she ended up driving me home but I know I don't want her to leave.

It's either that or I can think about her all night.

The door opens and I get up, but I'm still kind of drunk so I stumble. Luckily, Amira notices and runs up to me and helps me steady myself.

"I can't catch you every time you fall, Roman," her eyes meet mine and I grab her waist, "you shouldn't have drank so much."

I roll my eyes.

"You and Edward need to relax," I sigh, "I'll be fine."

She glares at me.

"You were going to drive home if I didn't come to get you," she retorts, "you need to be safer."

I reach forward and fix a piece of hair, tucking it behind her hair.

I guess I am drunk if I couldn't stop myself from touching her.

She stiffens a bit at the gesture, but luckily Edward doesn't notice.

I lean down and kiss the top of her head and Edward gets the hint that he should leave.

"I'll be on my way out then," he says, grabbing his things, "good night, Ms. Rose and Mr. Sokolov."

We both bid him goodnight and he leaves quickly.

Once the doors shut and the elevator leaves, Amira breaks free of my hold and I sigh.

"Why would you kiss me?"

I stumble a bit and she catches me.

"Because I can?"

She rolls her eyes and leads me to the stairs.

"You have a guest room?"

I pause.

"Edward's going to be back tomorrow morning," I explain, "he would be confused if we were in two rooms. Just sleep with me again, we've done it before."

She helps me up the stairs and ponders.

"Fine."

I let out a breath of relief.

"My room's the first one," I tell her as we reach the top of the stairs, "you can grab a toothbrush from the top drawer in the bathroom. And if you need clothes, check my closet."

She nods and opens my bedroom door.

Not many people have been in my room before and that's because I like to keep it private.

But it would be weird if my girlfriend didn't sleep in my room with me. 

So here we are.

She walks me to the bed and then disappears into the bathroom.

I take my shirt off and grab a pair of sweatpants from my closet, changing into them.

No shirt tonight.

Let's see if Amira checks me out.

I lay back down on my bed and scroll through my email once more before bed and see that the photographer from the gala sent the pictures he took.