Together (Book 1)

Chapter 3

Roman's POV

I wasn't sure when I'd fallen asleep, but I knew that I didn't want to wake up. Slowly, I started taking in my unfamiliar surroundings.

The weight of the bedsheets on my body, as well as the warmth they offered compared to the chill of the room.

The dim lighting, even though I was sure it was at least morning by now.

The feeling of someone's face against my neck, and how they nuzzled me in their sleep.

The faint smell in the room of—

Hold the fuck up. What was that last one? I tried not to move too much as I looked down, registering the warm breath on my neck and the arm around my stomach. I told myself to calm down as I felt Virgil stir, which is when I noticed something else.

His leg was between mine, slightly pressing on my crotch.

I wasn't sure if I should move or not. On one hand, it didn't really bother me; in fact, I felt comfortable. On the other hand, the whole situation was very awkward. To be honest, Virgil and I weren't even friends. It was amazing we'd managed to spend last night together without fighting.

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, feeling drowsiness wash over me. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Virgil stirred again.

Virgil's POV

I slowly woke up, surrounded by warmth. I lifted my head up, easing my eyes open. My blood ran cold.

I was cuddling Roman.

Abort! Abort! Get out of there! I jumped up, falling onto the other side of the bed.

Roman jumped, too, letting out a tiny yelp. "What's wrong?" he asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

"Nothing, nothing. Just—Just a weird dream..." Your arm was around his stomach—his bare stomach.

Yes, I noticed!

"What—What time is it?" I asked, trying to break the silence that had begun to spread between the two of us.

He shrugged. "Morning... time? You're asking the wrong person."

It was true; Roman had a horrible internal clock. I groaned and looked at the clock on the wall above my desk.

"10:24," I said, staring at the ticking object in shock. Quickly, an escape route dawned on me, and I turned back to Roman. "Can—Can you... go, please? I need to get ready for the day and clean up all of this." I gestured to the painting supplies I hadn't cleaned up from the night before.

He smiled. "Of course. No need to ask me twice!"

As he left, I opened up my closet and stripped, tossing my clothes from yesterday in there. While most believe that we wear the same clothes every day, it's not true; we invented those outfits for the videos, though our normal clothing does resemble the 'costumes' quite closely.

I threw on an oversized black sweater and a pair of ripped skinny jeans, not really caring what I looked like. I carefully put away the supplies I had left out and closed the closet door. Satisfied, I walked out into the hallway, making my way to the kitchen where everyone else was already talking.

"Good morning, kiddo!" Patton greeted cheerfully.

"'Morning..." I mumbled my voice still husky and tired from sleep, something the rest were probably used to by now. I seemed to be the only one that got it, though. Patton always sounded the same, Logan didn't speak too much in the mornings—he was always too focused on his work—and Roman sounded princely no matter the time of day.