Hemlock Grove: Cold Blooded | Roman/O.C

III | Treat You Better (Part 1)

I won't lie to you, I know he's just not right for you.
And you can tell me if I'm off but I see it on your face when you say that he's the one that you want.
And you're spending on this time in the wrong situation and anytime you want it stop

I know I can treat you better, than he can.
And any girl like you deserves a gentleman.

Tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crying
When you should be with me instead

I know I can treat you better
Better then he can.

Roman Godfrey awoke to the sound of the water, in his bathroom, running. He sat up, checked the time and made his way to the bathroom door.

The door wasn't shut and he could see Mirana standing at the sink, splashing water on her face.

"You know you have a pretty damn good excuse not to go to school, right?" He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.

She looked at him, water droplets clinging to her eyelashes.

He handed her the hand towel hanging up and she dried her face off.

"My mom would roll over in the morgue if she knew I was letting anything get in the way of my academics, Roman." She said grimly. "Besides, I over load myself when I'm grieving so, be ready to let me do your assignments for the next three months." She slid past him and stretched.

"You don't think you need to take a day off? I'm sure my mother will let me stay, too. For emotional support and all." He added and Mirana turned and looked at him.

"You want me to stay home so you can stay home?" She cut her eyes at him.

"I barely slept last night. I know you barely slept last night...just take a day off. Besides, social services are supposed to get in contact with the rest of your family today, anyway. You need to be ready to talk to someone and that would be easier to do if you weren't in class." He raised his brows.

She pursed her lips and sighed.

"You make a fair point, Godfrey." She nodded.

Mirana pressed her lips together and looked down for a moment as Roman got back into the bed.

"You and Brooke never had sex," She said and Roman stared at her. "She would've told me."

"Good observation." He chuckled.

"Why'd you tell me you did?" She asked next.

"To see how bothered you were by it."

"Do you think it bothered me?" She stepped to him.

"Enough to think about it that intently." He smirked and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm going back to bed." She shut his door behind her and went to her room.

Roman laid in the bed, his hands behind his head and he thought intensely about the situation. What was he going to do?

He knew what he wanted to do, but that was beside the point. He and Peter had been trying to figure things out on their own, and after Mirana's mother suffered the same fate as Brooke and Lisa, he was getting more pissed. He wasn't sure if he should tell Mirana or continue to keep it between him and Peter, but he did know they needed to stop it.

Mirana laughed gently, looking at Roman as he ran a hand through his hair. She admired him, smiling a little as one of her fingers traced his sharp jaw. He grabbed her hand and pressed his lips to her finger tips causing her to giggle again.