Illusions

32. forever

Amira's POV

I wake up as soon as Roman turns into his parking garage, his hand is still clasping mine on the center console. Looking down, I notice that I have a blanket on and my hair's tied back.

"How are you feeling?"

I look over at him and smile.

"A lot better," I nod, "my head doesn't hurt anymore, but I'm fucking starving."

"I figured you would be," he smiles, rubbing his thumb on my hand, "I ordered your favorite."

"Taco Bell?"

He nods and puts the car in park before getting out and rounding the car to help me out. 

"I'm fine, babe," I laugh as he picks me up, "Roman!"

I meet his eyes and fall deeper in love with him if that's even possible.

We enter the elevator, and he still doesn't put me down.

"Roman, I'm heavy, please put me down before you hurt yourself."

He looks appalled.

"You know how much I can deadlift," he smirks, "and I know you saw my hip thrusts."

I roll my eyes.

The doors reveal Edward, who looks concerned, holding a cup of water and has my Taco Bell order set on the coffee table.

Roman finally sets me down and I walk over to the table, ready to inhale my meal. He watches me while I eat and doesn't accept anything I offer him, which I appreciate since I'm fucking starving. Once I finish eating, I realize how gross I am and decide I need a shower before bed. 

"You need a bath."

I nod.

"I prepared one for you, Ms. Amira," Edward nods, "I left a robe on the towel heater and some options for the salts."

Roman stands up and helps me up, keeping an arm around my waist.

"Edward, you can leave for the night," he says, looking down at me, "good night."

Edward smiles and nods.

"Of course sir, good night," he walks to the elevator and clicks the button, "call me if you need anything."

Once he's gone, Roman helps me upstairs, even though I don't need it, and drops me off at the bathroom.

I strip out of my clothes, stuff them in a trash bag, and then pick out the lavender bath salts before getting in. The water soothes my tired muscles and I instantly feel cleaner. 

After ten minutes of silence, I decide I need Roman here.

"Roman!"

I hear footsteps and he appears in the doorway, shirt open and hair touseled. 

"What's wrong?"

My heart melts at his concern.

"I just wanted company."

He runs a hand down his face.

"Okay, I'll go change and be right there," he says, tugging his shirt off, "two minutes, dorogaya."

I smile at the term of endearment and nod.

A couple of minutes later, he reappears in the doorway in gray sweatpants and a black short-sleeved v-neck.

"You can sit next to me, you know."

He slowly makes his way over to me and sits on a stool, dwarfing it with his size. He reaches a hand out and strokes my hair slowly, as if worried about hurting me.