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"I heard what happened, I'd beat his ass if you'd let me. You can come inside if you want?" Roman says, trying not sound angry, as he looks down at you with empathetic eyes. Just before you arrived at his house, you found your boyfriend in bed with another girl. You were planning on breaking it off anyways due to him being neglectful and never caring about your feelings, but him cheating on you just feels like a punch in the face, and it doesn't make what he did any less painful.
Roman never felt these things before he met you, as cliche as it sounds; he feels like knowing you has changed him. For the first time in his life he cares, immensely, about what someone thinks. About what you think. He cares about how you feel. You are the first person who he has ever opened up to completely, and who has never judged him for any of what has happened in his fucked up life that was out of his control.
"Yea, yea I'd like that." You say, moving your hair out from in front of your tear stained face as he opens the door to his glass fortress, and you step in. Your feet carry you to the couch in the familiar living room quickly, your body melting into it as soon as you come into contact with the furniture.
You hear the front door close shut, and heavy footsteps walking towards you from behind. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it, talking sometimes makes me wanna fucking punch someone, but you can if you want to." His voice says, as his long legs walk in front of you before he takes a seat beside your figure; his weight making you tilt towards him a bit.
You turn to him, your fist resting on your temple and your elbow sitting on the arm of the sofa as your eyes meet his low lidded gaze. His own elbows are on his knees, fingers fiddling with the ring on his right hand as he looks over at you. "I just wanna sit here with you, can I do that?" You ask, your voice soft and weak as you try not to become overly emotional. "Of course, yea." He says back, nodding his head; his own voice just as gentle as yours.
It's not until right now that you notice what he's wearing, a fitted black shirt that showcases his prominent collarbones and clavicle; the material around his arms hugging his firm biceps perfectly. He has his usual black jeans on his bottom half, material snug against his long legs. Expensive, new shoes are on his feet, most likely a Tommy Hilfiger Chelsea boot.
You turn even more towards him, whole body shifting as you rest against the back of the black couch. "I just want to forget about him, I don't ever want to think about him again. I want to get the feeling of his lips off of my mouth and the awful taste of him off of my tongue." You say, feeling tears well in your eyes as you look down at your lap, your thoughts absentmindedly coming out.
"I can help." His voice suddenly says, his words instantly making your heart skip a beat as you look up to meet his big green eyes. "What?" You ask, almost breathlessly. "I can make you forget." Is all he says, nearly in a whisper as he climbs over and attaches his large hands to your cheek; plush pout connecting to yours in an instant.
You feel as if the breath has been taken from your lungs, the feeling of his lips so soft and pillowy it makes you lose focus. His hands are rough and warm against your skin, half of his large, heavy body hovering over yours as his tongue glides against your own. He tastes like sweet mint, a flavor you are very fond of, especially now.
Your noses are touching as he keeps your face still, your arms slinging around his neck as your fingertips delve into the soft strands of his chestnut colored hair. Every one of your senses is heightened, you can feel every little movement of his mouth, the slight cock of his head as he tries to gain leverage, the soft and warm heat of his tongue against your bottom lip.
Your stomach is filled with butterflies, your mind wishing and hoping that this moment goes on forever, though you know it can't. You've never felt so utterly speechless while kissing someone before, especially not someone who you thought would never be interested in you like that.
You have to stop yourself from climbing onto his firm, hard lap, not wanting things to get so heated so fast; though your body really wants it. You both break apart suddenly, like two people breaking through the oceans surface to breath after they've been under for too long, you both take deep breaths.
"Better?" He asks, a small smirk forming on his lips as he gently strokes your cheek with the pad of his thumb, not wanting to break contact if he doesn't have to. "Much better, so much better." You say, making you both laugh as you gaze into each other's wide eyes. "Stay, stay here with me." He says, a tone of need in his voice as he silently admires everyone of your soft features that are so close to his face, in awe.
"Ok, I'll stay." You say with a smile, your heart feeling warm as you gently run your fingers through his hair. He leans in, giving you a firm yet soft peck on your lips before breaking off once again. You take your hands from his hair, before scooting down and snuggling into his warm chest, feeling his lungs expand as he breaths and listening to the sound of his rhythmic heartbeat. His nimble fingertips draw circles on your back as you rest yourself against his long body, and in this moment, this is all either of you feel like you'd ever need.
Hiii! Hope you guys liked this lil fluffy Rome imagine, I wanted to put something up so you guys wouldn't think I forgot about you , sorry if it was shitty lmao. working on smut right now, v v excited for it👀 love you all! ❤️-xx
