Crazy House

Chapter 23: He can't make you feel like I do.

Chapter 23: He can’t make you feel like I do.

 

Tristian runs a hand through his hair as we all look at him. And then he’s out the front door.

 

“I’ll go check on him.” Mike says hopping out of his seat. He’s probably just trying to get out of the room with Roman, they don’t seem to have a friendship, more of a hateship, and I have a feeling this goes way back.

 

It’s not just my fault.

 

“Ariel.” Mike says stopping by me and running a finger down my cheek, causing me to shiver. He smiles, before following Tristian out of the house.

 

There’s silence as Roman and I just look at each other. This is starting to happen a lot. “We’re allowed to see other people.” I finally say breaking the silence.

 

“I didn’t say a thing.” Roman says standing up, and heading towards the stairs.

 

Oh no, he isn’t going to just brush me off like that.

 

“Yea, but you wanted to.” I say following him.

 

“But I didn’t.” He argues opening the door to his room, he leaves it open, I guess he knows I’m not done arguing with him.

 

“But you kept sending me those looks.” I tell him closing the door behind me, and leaning on it, “And you looked like you were ready to strangle Mike.”

 

“I haven’t liked Mike for 12 years, I’m not going to start now.” He says laying back on his bed with his arms underneath his head.

 

12 years. They’ve known each other every since they were ten, then. I was only five then. Sometimes I forget about the age gape.

 

“Really? Because I think you’re jealous.” I say walking closer to his bed.

 

Roman turns his head to look at me, “Yea right, I have nothing to be jealous about.”

Ow.

 

“So, you don’t care that I made out with him last night, and he gave me this.” I say pointing to one of the hickies on my neck.

 

“Nope.” Roman says and he surprises me when he pulls me onto the bed, on top of him. “Because I know that Mike doesn’t mean a thing to you.” He says and the tip of his lips turn up. He can probably hear my heart racing in my chest. “Plus,” he slips a hand under the back of my shirt and I feel like I’m in Heaven, “he can’t make you feel like I do.” With his free hand he guides my mouth to his. He gives me a chaste, gentle kiss but it’s still enough to almost send me into cardiac arrest. He pulls away “Can he?”

 

I shake my head and Roman smiles before pulling my lips back to his.