“If you don’t like them, we can go back….”
Shaking my head, I reject her offer and begin collecting my things. I can’t help but feel like I fucked up all my progress the minute I laid my eyes on the lingerie.
I appreciate what Sage has done for me. After all, I know deep down, I want to feel sexy.
I mean, what woman doesn’t want to slip on a lace bra and matching thong and make her man delirious with arousal?
As I move my gaze past my lap and out the window, my eyes latch onto Roman’s shirtless form opening up the front door to the house, and all I can feel is the need to make him wild with want.
If only I had the strength to…
Slipping out of the car, I hide the bags behind my back and walk up the path to meet Roman halfway.
“Thank you again, Sage. For everything,” I say, knowing she’ll understand I’m including the entire day as well as these gifts she’s purchased for me.
She calls out, making me promise to text her tomorrow before waving Roman goodbye and walking into her home.
Roman wraps his arms around my waist, drawing me up to his chest until my lips are leveled with his. I’m worried he’s going to notice my new hairstyle at this moment since his hand is usually tangled in it by now, but he doesn’t, probably figuring it’s tucked into my sweatshirt.
Shivers rack my body as a gust of wind blows over us, making me squirm in his arms until he takes us inside, not once letting my feet touch the floor.
“OOOOOH, what did you get. Tell me it’s something sexy,” Ash drawls, throwing peanut M&Ms into his mouth as he watches some hockey game on TV.
“What did you get?” Roman asks as well, trying to peek into the bag at my back once he sets me on my feet.
I shuffle away from him, some of my hair falling forward in the process.
I don’t know who notices first, Roman or Ash, but both of their faces drop once they realize what I have done.
“Woah,” Ash says, sticking another piece of candy in his mouth, eyes cutting to Roman, who can’t take his eyes off my sheared length.
I dance in place, waiting for Roman to say something… anything.
Mutter a sound.
Hiss a curse.
Make a fucking peep before I rip my skin off.
“You cut your hair,” he finally states, taking slow steps toward me, hands extended to grip my hips.
“You look…”
“Awful,” I say, trying to pull out of his hold, but the grip he has on my hip bones tightens, digging into my skin hard enough to leave bruises.
“Fucking never. You look beautiful, angel. You always look beautiful.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ROMAN
Sunday
March 21, 2021
For as long as I’ve known her, Amira’s hair has always been long.
I remember sitting in Mr. Porter’s geometry class, my eyes staring at the worthless algorithms on the board while I pictured wrapping Amira’s hair around my fist, yanking it back as I drove my dick into her repeatedly until she was calling my name.
