𝚂†𝙰𝙲𝚈'𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙾†𝙷𝙴𝚁 supernatural world

chapter 22: day 3: P2. restless nights

'Yes but... you're not human, that's why?'

I lay on my mattress, pondering about life as I'm waiting for tomorrow to arrive. Tomorrow is when I leave to return to my homely abode. My sister must of headed back to Grandma's by now which is an utmost shame that i couldn't do much more with her but nevertheless there wasn't much I could do.

If I wasn't human would that mean she's not either? I was trying to think back to all the time things did not seem normal and if me or my sister showcased anything supernatural yet nothing crossed my mind.

I shouldn't have stormed of when I saw that on the translator - it may have been a mistake you never know - however I let my feelings get to the best of me which led me back into this room regardless.

As if my emotions displayed the weather, it had started raining heavily which meant we couldn't start today's activities and had to stay inside for the rest of the day. I guess that is my first act of supernatural-ness.

I remembered the translator's words and I only huffed in exhaustion once more. The more days go the deeper in love I would fall for that asshole.

I hadn't talk to Roman ever since I left and when I heard the shower running I sighed with relief that I wouldn't have to have awkward conversations. I wish we could forget anything even happened but I knew that even that was impossible. Why did he have be so godsakingly charming and attractive and he was even better in bed than I thought but maybe that was due to that stupid bond psychological bond we shared.

But when Roman stepped out of the shower, all those trivial thoughts faded away and I strangely couldn't take my eyes off of him and that ridiculous eight pack of his. My eyes glided up and down to his body before leading up to his neck and face, staring into those lustful verdant eyes of his.

Almost reading my thoughts he walked over to me, only a towel wrapped around his waist and my eyes widened when he stood right in front of me.

'Go shower... then we'll talk,' Roman ordered before walking away to collect some clothes from his suitcase and I let go of a breath I didn't even know I was holding in, rushing to the shower myself.

Maybe a quick warm shower is what I need.

Roman's POV:

When the shower started running, I got changed and laid on Angel's bed, breathing in that angelic honey scent of his which soothed and caressed me in ways that I never knew was possible. He was making this much harder for me...

Had he seen the look he just made at me this instant? The way his cheeks were rosy and puffy from the cold, his eyelashes fluttering suggestively with that pout etched on his face and I was wondering if he had shown that expression of his to anyone but me but that would only hurt me more, deep down.

It was as if he was a god of seduction or something of that sort because whenever I saw him I wanted to show him what a real good time was. Last night was absolutely unreal and I couldn't wait to repeat it and make it much better any longer. I wanted him. Bad.

Tomorrow and that was it. I would have fewer chances to get Angel alone in a room with me with nobody around and I was almost dreading that.

But when I heard the shower flicker off, I decided that what matters right now is the present and not the future.