Illusions

20. mine

Roman's POV

Something moves on me and wakes me up.

I open my eyes and look down to see Amira moving around and trying not to wake me up at the same time.

Last night's memories come back to me and I realize what I did, but I'm not scared, I'm just glad I could tell someone about everything. It makes it a lot easier to know that I don't have to keep it a secret anymore.

At least from her.

"You don't have a shirt on."

I almost smile.

"What are you going to do about it?"

She lightly slaps my chest and sits up.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Whatever Edward made should be fine."

She rolls her eyes.

"He's on vacation this week, smart-ass."

Right, I forced him to go to Switzerland and enjoy a week in the Alps.

He loves skiing.

"Yes," I nod, staring at her chest because her top's pulled down, "Um, we can order something."

She follows my eyes and fixes her top.

"You're annoying."

"Don't think I didn't see you checking me out ten seconds ago."

I didn't expect her to get on top of me.

She puts her hands on my abs and I almost take her then and there, but, I have to be patient.

I want her on her knees for me, I want her to beg me to fuck her.

I put my hands on her waist under her top.

"What are we doing?"

She shrugs.

"You wanted this."

I raise my eyebrows.

"I was envisioning something else, but that's irrelevant," I say while moving my hands down her body, "do you want this?"

She opens her mouth but I squeeze her ass and she moans.

Fuck.

My dick gets harder and I try to keep myself together.

"I don't know."

I pull her off of me and sit up.

"I'm not forcing you to do something you don't want to do."

She eyes me.

"You're so respectful."

"Consent is the bare minimum, my darling."

She hums and gets up and stretches, giving me a good view of her--

I can't finish that thought.

I get up and go to my room to get a shirt.

Actually, I'll let her stare.

By the time I get to the living room, Amira's on the couch ordering breakfast.

"I'm getting some food from the cafe down the block."

"Cool."

I check on Laika, who's sleeping soundly on her bed.

For once.

I spent a lot of money just for her to sleep in my bed or the guest room.

"Did you name your dog after the Russian space dog?"