Chapter 14: Someone, kill me now.
"What are you doing?" Roman asks leaning in the frame of my door, watching me.
I only look at him for a second before stuffing another shirt into my suitcase.
He lets out a sigh, and even though my back is to him, I'm sure that he's rolling his eyes.
"So you're not going to answer me?"
He gets his reply when I remain silent.
I hear his footsteps before there's a snap as he shuts the door.
"Ariel," he says and I can hear him walking closer until I can feel his body heat, and his breath on the back of my neck. He places his hands on my shoulders, and turns me to face him.
I look up to see his brows are pulled together in confusion, but his eyes are soft. I fold my arms across my chest as I try to keep my composure, it’s not helping that he’s running his hands up and down the side of my arms.
“Where are you going to go?” He asks glancing at my suitcase, obviously he already knows what I’m doing.
I shrug my shoulders, since I really haven’t thought about it.
I just want to go.
Where?
Only god knows.
“Why are you leaving?” He asks removing his hands from my arms, they feel cold now. He moves a finger to my chin to lift it up, so I’ll look at him, “I thought you were starting to like it here.”
I let out a sigh as my composure starts to break when I look into his gorgeous eyes, “I don’t know if I can trust you guys, I barely know you.” I tell him.
He shakes his head, “What do you mean, something had to have happened, because if you didn’t trust us, you never would have moved in.” He tells me.
Dammit, he’s good.
I shrug my shoulders and this time he lets out a sigh.
“Is it because of me and Jessie?” He asks and when I don’t reply, he gets his answer. “I see,” he says as he begins to stroke my cheek with his thumb, causing me to shiver.
Jesus, what is he doing to me?
“I told you nothing is going on with us.” He says with a sigh.
“Then, why did she sleep in your room all night?” I blurt out, and the second I do, I feel stupid. My cheeks heat up as his eyes lock with mine.
“Jessie and I have been friends, for a long time, so I always comfort her when she needs it.” He says and his eyes are really soft, “We just fell asleep the other night, nothing happened. Why does it matter to you?” He asks, and the expression in his eyes change.
Why does it matter to me?
Because I have a schoolgirl crush on him, and I’m just pathetic.
Of course I can’t say that to him. I shrug my shoulders and move out of his grasp to return to my suitcase, “I don’t like being lied to, and you both had told me nothing was going on.” I tell him and then I realize I sound like a jealous girlfriend.
Someone, kill me now.
When Roman stays quiet for a while, I turn to see why. He’s looking at me with a gleam in his eyes, and the corner of his lips are turned up into an almost smile, but it’s more of a smirk.
“Why were you asking about us?” He asks.
I shake my head refusing to answer him, “Get out,” I tell him giving him a light shove but he catches my hand and when I look into his eyes my heart starts to beat some more.
He strokes my hand with his fingers as he looks at me, “Can you reconsider leaving?” He asks tilting his head a little, “You’re starting to grow on us, we wouldn’t want you to leave because of such a rash decision.” He says. “Okay?”
And because he’s so damn enticing, I feel myself nodding, “Okay.”
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Short chapter, with no edits, it’s either 1 or 2 wattpad pages. This was a RARIEL (ROMAN + ARIEL) chapter.
So is Ariel going to stay? Is Roman just as big of as lady’s man as Tristian? Do you think Roman and Jessie are still lying? Alrighty, this was an update because you guys are amazing, and broke my listings for this story getting us #110 on ChickLit and #327 on Humor. I’m working on a series called the ladies of war, it won’t be on wattpad for a while, I actually want to self-publish it, so I’m going to put a lot of work into it. If you want any exclusives PM me. Also, I have a blog with two other girls, it’s called Quite Quilliant, go follow us on Twitter. Our site isn’t fully completed yet, so I’ll have to let y’all know when it is
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