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It's a strange thing, having your mind and your body at war with one another.
This time he does glance up at me, those fucking eyes searing my skin when he does. They’re as detached as always, but the corner of his mouth does tilt up slightly. Shit, that look makes me kinda stupid.
It's got my stupid heart pounding against my ribs.
"Jesus Christ," Roman says as he watches me before sucking the digit into his mouth, tongue twirling around it greedily.
"I prefer Hale," I retort before pulling my thumb free from his lips.
"I’ll see you Monday," I tell him, urging my feet to move. It takes a second for them to get the message, but eventually they start to listen to my brain and take a few steps.
"You're so cold, yet when I touch you, I burn," he whispers, his mouth trailing over my collarbone in a brush that sears my skin.
I’m so fucking stupid. Apparently, that’s my mantra of the night.
Every second I'm inside him has me consumed in fire. In liquid hot, molten lust only he's responsible for creating in me. Because he’s the fire, the heat and embers that ignite a blaze sure to send us both up in smoke. It's dangerous and toxic and feels so right, it has to be wrong. Because when a fire is burning, you don't dive head-first into the flames. You get the fuck out, run the other way, and do everything in your power to make it out alive. I don't care though. Not now. He's an inferno, and I'm more than happy to be scorched by his flames.
"Walls are built for a reason, Rome. To be impenetrable. To keep people out." To keep what's inside safe. His eyes search mine again, a sad smile in them. "Good thing I know how to climb."
"You're every sinful thought I've ever had come to life. Molded into a body meant to be worshipped."
when I look at you? I see the kind of person worthy of my time and attention, knowing you would never bother to accept it unless you thought it was earned."
Everyone else only ever wants something from me. The money, the power, the connections. The status. No one ever wants me. Until you."
As true as his words are, the secrets are still beneath the surface. They're haunting every interaction we have now. They poison every kiss and touch. They contaminate every moment like a toxic cloud hanging in the air between us. And we continue to suck the toxin into our lungs as if it won't kill us both eventually.
"Only you," I whisper, feeling the words with every fiber of my being. His smile grows and he kisses me for what might be the millionth time tonight. "Always you."
"Slit my throat. Carve my heart out. Put it on your mantle or use it as a paperweight or crush it in your fist. I don’t care what happens to it because the only person I want to have it is you. Only you," he breathes the words out quickly, like he might not get the chance to say them if he doesn’t speak them all at once. "I don’t care if you don’t or can’t or won’t believe me. I don’t give a shit how long this stay of execution lasts or if it even will. I just need you to know—"
