Page 106 of Be With Me
I blinked against the sunlight flooding the bedroom.
It was morning.
Crap.
It wasmorning. We were only supposed to take a nap.
It was over. Our one night was up. And what had it gotten us?
A pit yawned open in my stomach as I sat up and looked down at Romolo’s sleeping form. The hard edges of his face had softened, the usual tension smoothed out. His dark lashes fanned across his cheeks, and his brows were unknit for once. He looked younger. Softer. Almost…gentle.
The diamond necklace he’d given me rested on the bedside table. I slid my fingertips over the stones and exhaled.
There was no future here. None. The fact that I had to keep reminding myself of that was ridiculous. But my skin itched with the need to keep him for just a little longer.
I lay back down, tucking my body against his warmth, pressing my lips to the side of his throat, and pretended to sleep.
A few seconds ticked by. Then, he stirred. Yawned. Brushed his lips over my temple in a touch so tender it cracked something inside me.
Romolo was a contradiction—rough and ruthless one second, tender the next. And that mix? It threatened to undo me.
“Good morning.” His voice was thick with sleep, and the greeting was followed by his palm lazily cupping my ass.
“Shh.” I burrowed closer against him, inhaling his scent, fighting against the tightness inside my throat.
The thought of him getting dressed and walking out the door cleaved me in half. My emotions bubbled just below the surface, threatening to pour out.
It’s just sex. You’ve had casual sex before.
Yeah. Right.
The only problem was that nothing aboutthisactually felt casual. Not when he said things like I was made for him.
I sat up, overwhelmed by the mess inside my head, and stared out the window.
His palm pressed against my bare back. “Mia?—“
Click.
My spine straightened. That… That sounded like a door unlocking.
A sharp, cold pulse went through me.
I shot out of bed, snatched my robe from the chair, and yanked it on.
“Stay here,” I whispered.
Romolo swung his legs off the bed, already reaching for his boxer briefs. “Who is it?”
“I don’t know. I’m going to check.”
His frown deepened as he pulled them on. “I’ll go.”
“No.” I grabbed his wrist and squeezed. “Are you crazy? No one can see you.”
“If it’s an intruder?—”
“I’ll scream, and you can come running, okay?”
