Always Romira

Chapter - 13

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Akira

"You know my grandma is quite angry with me." I state.

For a second my mind wanders on the call I will be making later, I can almost hear her saying, 'I have seen much more life than your nineteen year's young soul, Akira Mary Ray. You must know that I'm always right.'

"Yeah? Why?" He murmurs distractedly, as his half of attention is on my breasts that are trying to get out of my shirt.

Men!

I tip his chin so he'd look at me and not my boobs, "Because she thinks I was wrong to leave you."

Romero's lip lifts slightly, "I'll have to agree with her."

I sigh, "Okay fine, I admit I was wrong to leave you like that but at that time I didn't know what else to do. Slade and Paul were both looking at me as if I was the reason for your condition and I convinced myself they were right. I would have done anything at the moment to make you all better, thinking I was responsible for everything sliced me open.

"Seeing you lying on that bed, looking so vulnerable is not something I would ever forget. I did what I thought was good for you, I just wanted you to okay. But looking back I don't think I would change my decision if I were given a chance, even knowing leaving you was not the best option, I still wouldn't want to change a thing."

"What? Why?" A frown appearing on his face. I can see his disagreement, that he doesn't like my words.

I lace my arms through his neck and pull him close so I could see his eyes. I smile, "Because even though the time apart was a torture, it has taught me many valuable lessons, like how much you meant to me, like how life without you is almost impossible-"

"Not almost Ray. For me life without you is impossible. There is no if or but, there is no Romero without Akira." His voice fierce, like a vow, a universal truth.

Be still my heart.

I melt in his arms like a chocolate in summer. Hearing his words, the confession, the honesty is almost too much to take.

Almost.

My smile widens until it starts to hurt, and a small whispers escapes me, "Ditto."

"Now, where the hell was I?" He mutters, moving his eyes back to cleavage.

I giggle, "Rom, stop staring my breasts!"

"You can't blame me because these beauties are practically begging me to touch them. And you don't get to tell me to stop, Ray. I have been without you for so long. Three fucking months! It was hell and now having you so close and yet not able to touch you is killing me. I need to touch you, Ray or I'd die. Die from wanting you more than my next fucking breath." He growls, biting my neck lightly.

I try and successfully suppress my moan, knowing it would only entice him further and right now I want to talk with him, I want yo know about his therapy session and most importantly I want to tell him about Damon.

"I still have to tell you about-" Shrieking I stop speaking when he abruptly picks me up and throws me on his shoulder and then he starts moving toward his bed.

I have a perfect view of his delicious butt but I'm kind of irritated by his caveman tactic to actually give his butt my thorough attention it deserves.