My Everything | 3

57~ Kai Is Dead

𓇚𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐋𓇚

My body was warm. I have clothes on. My body under our sheets...with someone next to me.

Roman.

Fast asleep in his arms coiled around my body, my face buried in his chest, his quiet breathing brought a smile to my face as he looked so peaceful sleeping.

I pull away slightly, instantly getting a grinding headache blast across my head, "Fuck." I mutter under my breath, trying to recall the night before but nothing was coming back to me. I stayed where I was, close to Roman, snuggled in his embrace, and did not want to leave, feeling like we hadn't done this in a long time and I hadn't seen him in such a long time either.

When did I last see him? Last night? Did we go swimming or something?

I do remember being outside in the pool because we were wet unless we showered...no, we both had something on down there.

What the fuck happen- "Princess, I can practically hear you thinking." With his eyes still shut, his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me to sit on top of him, "Rome!" I tried to protest but the smile on his face wasn't letting me pull away quick enough. "Let me hold you." I place my head on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, his chest falling down and back up, my eyes started to close again from the soothingness of his presence.

His hand cradled my back, siding inside my t-shirt and gliding his fingertips up and down in a very relaxing matter, "How did you sleep?" His horse voice made my stomach flip and my legs squeeze together. Jesus, so fucking sexy. "Uh...good, I have a terrible headache though, did we drink a lot last night? I can't remember a single thing." Roman's body went stiff for a sliver of a moment before going back to normal, "N-no, not a lot. We shared a bottle of whiskey was all." Huh, not what I would go for but that must've been all that was left. I push my thought away and ask him something else, "Did we also go swimming or was that just a dream of mine?" I start to giggle and the ridiculous question.

Roman doesn't reply for a second, and before I could look at him to make sure he heard me, he speaks, "We did. You went in for a while. And, then I did." I nod at his answer, finding his responses very weird and out of touch with me. Did I do something bad, did I say something wrong? I wanted to ask but he sounded very distant with the subject, like he didn't want to really talk about it. I opened my mouth to say something back, not going to hold anything in because if I did say something that must've upset him I would want to clear it up right here and now.

"Did I-" At the same time as me, he asks a question, our words overlapping one another, "Do you remember anything from last night? He asked in a way that he already knew the answer to his own question, "Am I supposed to remember something?" He stays silent.

He averts my stare, looking away from me, his hand lands on my thigh, his thumb running around in circles while his head stays down, siding me entirely.

I waited for him to speak or to just mumble something but nothing was coming out, I couldn't tell if he really had nothing to say or if was he holding something back.

"Rome, What is going on with you? Did I say something last night?" I look up at him, resting my hands on his chest as he continues to avoid my stare.

He still keeps quiet as debates whether to tell me the truth or to continue to keep quiet. He looks up at me, "Hazel..." When he says my name I know something bad must've happened last night. "I...I don't know how to tell you this, because I assumed you'd remember, I thought I was just going to, console you..." We both sit up, he leans against the headboard and I stay on his lap, my legs on either side of him and my arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.