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"Everything we talked about earlier?" he says, still staring after Hale, "I take it back. Every damn bit of it." I laugh. "Yeah, right." Harry turns back to me and gives me that look. The kind only someone way older and wiser who has been around the block a time or two can give you. Like they know something you don't. "What?" I ask, exasperated. His eyes flash to Hale, still with a knowing smirk on his damn face. "The last person to talk to me like that?" he says, his attention moving back to me as he raises a brow. "I got down on one knee for."
"So you don't want me." The fire in his eyes ignites further at my statement before he confirms. "I don’t want you." I shake my head and step back. Fine. If that’s how he wants this, I’ll let it go. He’ll be the one to come to me. Still, I can’t stop myself from getting the last word. "I bet my cum tastes a thousand times better on your tongue than all those lies. But that’s something you never wanna find out, apparently."
"Can you just tell me this? Are the secrets you have really worth the walls you erect around yourself in order to keep them?"
"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."
"Well, we already know I terrify you. Do you still think I’m a mistake too?" I nod once, my hands roaming over his shoulders and ribs. "Yeah, Rome. You are. One of the few I've ever made. By far the best. Always my favorite. You're the one mistake I want to keep making over and over again, praying I never learn my lesson."
I itch to touch him, wanting and needing every possible inch of his skin on mine. It's a craving he created in me. Now he's made sure only he can feed my hunger. But I want more too. I want all of him. His warmth. His heat. The blaze contained within him that’s capable of melting the ice inside me. And I don’t even have it in me to care anymore. I'm sick of being cold when all I want is to be lit on fire by him. With him.
"I never knew I had the power to melt ice with a single touch," he whispers against my lips, reverence and awe in his voice. "Melt. Shatter," I tell him, the pain in my chest growing to nearly insurmountable now. "Completely obliterate."
"You want what, baby?" "I want you against me," I whisper. "I want to touch you. Always. Constantly. I want your skin on mine, my lips glued to yours. And I don't give a shit what I'd have to give up to make that happen."
"All of those things people want from me? You have. You know how it feels, what it's like. So you don't care about them. They're all insignificant to you because you have them. So when you say you want me? I know you mean me. Roman. The person. The human being, the flesh and blood sitting right here," he says, gripping my hands on his waist. "You don't want the assassin, the heir or the legacy, the CEO in training, or the playboy billionaire. You don't even see those things when you look at me, not anymore. Not now, after all this. And no one, fucking no one in the world can say the same."
“It’s okay,” I say again in a breath against his lips. “Because I love you too. Only you.”
"I’d stay for you. I’d fight for you." "But Hale—" His lips on mine stop me from talking, just the softest brush of a kiss, but it’s more than enough to shut me up. "You want the truth? I’d kill for you," he whispers, my mouth a breath away from his. "I’d die for you."
