Soulmates & Twin Flames

12 - The Neighbor Downstairs

When the theatre's lights turn on, I quickly gather my stuff and head to the door without even thinking. Heads are turning toward me as I pass the rows, again, but fuck them. These people are pretentious assholes. And I've had enough.

Pressing my bag against my chest, I bust out to the waiting area, then start running. The slit of my dress protests—I must have torn it, but I don't care. I find the nearest doors and throw myself out to the open air.

I don't belong here.

What was I thinking?

I ruined everything.

This stupid dress, the devil lady and the condoms ruined it all.

Roman probably thinks I'm a hooker, and the entire opera house agrees. Why did I have to bring so many condoms?

"Why?" I protest at the sky.

After taking a couple of calming breaths, I make my way to the nearest bin and toss my wretched bag. I can carry my phone and keys myself, thank you very much.

"Abby," Roman calls, and I turn around to find him hurrying toward me. He looks like a noble prince with the lights of the Met shining behind him in the dark. "Where are you going?" he asks.

I shake my head, staring blankly at the fountain in the centre of the courtyard. The poison in my chest needs to spill before my feelings cascade down like those raging waters. I flip my gaze back at Roman.

"What am I to you?" I snap.

He takes a cautious step forward. "Are you mad because I didn't introduce you to my partners?"

"You didn't even look me in the eye, Roman. You called me a nobody!" I burst. I know, it's too early to call this a relationship, but tears don't listen. They still sting my eyes. "What am I to you?"

Roman sighs as he slowly grabs my shoulders. "I'm crazy about you." His soft words catch me off-guard. He loosens his hold, gliding his hands down to my elbows. "I care about you, baby. I never felt this way for anyone—anyone."

It's funny how a simple word can turn your world upside down.

Baby...

Roman takes both of my hands and lifts them to his lips.

A rebel smile starts quivering on my face. And when Roman looks into my eyes, he knows that he's won me over. His caramel gaze sparks with victory.

"What was wrong with your bag?" he asks, glancing at the bin over my shoulder.

"The zipper burst," I sigh, flinging my arms. "It was the only black bag I had. I knew something bad was going to happen. I just knew it!"

Roman smirks, raising his chin in challenge. "Why did you bring so many condoms?"

"I don't know!" I start chuckling. It's stupid and silly as hell! I turn around, silently begging at the buildings around us to help me come up with a clever answer. "I was hoping..."

"Yes?" Roman steps closer, placing a hand on my waist. The fire in his eyes drips into my core. "What are you hoping for, Abigail?"

The sparks from our close proximity sizzles on my skin. I wet my lips, then slowly lean into his ear. "I'm not going to stop once we start."

"Hmm..." Roman's hum ignites my soul. His caramels flicker when our gazes lock, then our eyes fall on each other's lips at the same time. "Wanna get out of here?" he asks.

I peck his sexy smirk. Champagne-y and delicious.

Roman grabs my hand, and rushes me to his car.