Roman the Arrogant

Chapter 6

3 AM and I was still awake lying on my back in the guest room Roman let me sleep in. The walls were beige colored with maroon curtains hanging by he window.

Roman didn't understand why I didn't want to sleep in his room. So, I explained to him that I was still figuring out this whole mate thing as well as the I'm a werewolf, you're a werewolf, everybody's a werewolf situation I had somehow managed to get myself into. The room I was staying in was down the hall from Roman. He wanted to make sure if someone tried to attack me while he was sleeping, he'd be able to hear me scream. Which is another reason why I still haven't gotten a wink of sleep, like who says that?

I thought back to the sweet words he spoke just before he left my room, "I'll be right down the hall. So just scream if some rogue climbs through the bedroom window and tries to kill you." Roman said giving me a thumbs up and walking into his room.

I sighed and turned my head to face the window.

"I need a snack." I said as I put on a pair of Romans grey sweats he so kindly lent me.

They were extremely baggy so I had to roll them up several times, making sure I wouldn't trip down the stairs on my way to the kitchen. But first I had to make past Roman's room without getting caught.

I tiptoed down the hall quietly and peeked my head into Roman's bedroom to see if the coast was clear. He seemed to be sound asleep so I continued my journey down to the kitchen, tiptoeing my way down the stairs just in case.

When I finally made it to the kitchen and headed straight for the freezer. I opened it and pulled the remainder off my strawberry ice cream out. I had to climb on top of the counter to find a bowl. Damn these tall people.

"Why did I have to be 5'2?" I whispered to myself.

I safely hopped off the counter and scooped some ice cream into the bowl with a spoon I found some random drawer. I climbed back on the counter and sat down. I closed my eyes enjoying every bite of this strawberry ice cream as it entered my mouth.

"Mm so good." I moaned as I spooned more ice cream into my mouth.

I was getting kind of cold and the fact that I was eating ice cream didn't help. But I kept eating anyways. Suddenly I felt my body start to warm up, like I had my own personal space heater in front of me.

I thought for a second, 'Why did the temperature go from cold to warm so fast?' I asked myself before opening my eyes.

Well I found the source of all this heat and man was it really hot. A very shirtless Roman was standing before me. He ran his hand through his hair slowly causing his biceps to flex.

"Fuck" I whispered mesmerized by his god like body.

My eyes drifted ever so slowly down his chest to his eight pack abs, noticing that his sweat pants were dangerously low.

"He even has  v line."

"Thanks kitten" He said.

I did not just say that out loud. I facepalmed myself and looked up only to see a smirk plastered on his face.

I averted my eyes and asked, "What are you doing down here at this hour?"

"I might ask the same of you."

I sighed, "I couldn't sleep so I came down here to get something to eat. Now what's your excuse?"

"I heard some strange noises coming from down here so I came to check it out." Roman explained.

My face turned a bright shade of pink as he referred to the moans that escaped my lips as I ate my ice cream. Luckily none of the lights were on in the kitchen, the only thing lighting the room was the moon.