Together (Book 1)

Chapter 6

Virgil's POV

I'd finished painting and had done all the cleaning up. My body felt tired and heavy, and my eyes hurt. I looked around my room one last time to be sure, then turned off the light. I slipped under the covers of my bed, closing my eyes. I began to relax contently and was almost asleep when a knock sounded at the door.

I sighed and silently mourned my comfiness as I sat up. "What?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

The door opened, and Roman's silhouette appeared. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" he asked.

I shook my head, though I couldn't help but yawn.

"Virgil," he whined, "I can't sleep." He sat down next to me.

I rolled my eyes. "I can; now, goodnight." I laid down with my back to him and covered myself up again.

"Virge!"

"And what do you want me to do about that?" I asked, rolling over to face him.

"Come hang out with me, please?"

I groaned. "You want me to get out of my bed and go to your room?"

He nodded, his eyes wide with innocence.

I sat up, running a hand through my bangs. "I mean, I'm pretty much awake now, I guess," I mumbled.

He jumped up, clapping his hands childishly. He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me out of bed, all the way to his bedroom. He had Aladdin paused on the TV.

"Movies again?" I asked, wrenching my wrist from his grasp.

A devious smirk grew on his face, and he said, "I could always go look at the paintings you've made."

"Movies are fine," I responded quickly.

Roman's POV

Towards the end of the movie, I looked over at Virgil to see his eyes focused on the screen.

He looked at me. Smiling, he asked, "What?"

"Nothing. I just..." I couldn't look away for whatever reason, and he didn't either. Slowly, I leaned in, as though my body was moving of its own volition, and our lips connected. When a moment passed and Virgil didn't move, I pulled away. "I'm sorry," I apologized, trying to sound as sincere as possible; in all honesty, it'd felt amazing to kiss him—like electricity shooting through every fiber of my being. I saw the look on his face, however, and know that I'd messed up.

"I can't do this," he whispered breathlessly. He rolled out of the bed half-hazardly. His eyes jumped around erratically, and I could see his hands shaking as he clasped them in front of his chest. "Roman, if—if you're gonna be like this, you—you have to know that I'm not—not gay."

I furrowed my brows, trying to understand what was happening. "Wait, what do you mean? Since Thomas is gay, aren't we all—"

"No!" Virgil interrupted me. He closed his eyes tight. "You—You don't understand..."