“Mhm.”
When we reached the bottom of the staircase, he leaned over and kissed my temple. It made me smile and ache for a kiss somewhere else. My mouth, my neck, my… everywhere.
We were able to take the private elevator all the way from the roof access to Roman’s floor. It was a lot less annoying to get to than it was getting to my dad’s condo, luckily.
With Dad being the king, I appreciated that the secret door in his office and that staircase helped keep him safe. He’d actually installed a secret trap door in my condo that led right to the private elevator, and he’d wanted to put in even more passageways and things, but I’d stopped him. I had enough security around my home already.
We took the elevator down to Roman’s floor, stepped into the small foyer-like area that had only one door, and he used his magic gem key to open it.
We stepped inside, and I took a deep breath, relieved to be somewhere comfortable where I could just… be. I didn’t have to be on, so to speak. I could relax. I could take off my makeup, put on the baggiest clothes I owned, and chill out on the couch while I watched a show or movie.
I was relieved to be home.
I blinked when I realized what I was thinking.
This wasn’t my home. This was Roman’s home.
Sure, I was comfortable here, even though I hadn’t actually spent a lot of time here, but I hadn’t realized just how comfortable I was until now.
That was… strange.
“You okay?”
I glanced at Rome. Well.
I supposed I was comfortable because this was Roman’s home, and he was… he was mine.
“I… yeah, I’m fine.”
He scowled, obviously picking up on my emotions, but he let it go, surprisingly.
“Do you want to change into something more comfortable?”
“What?” I asked, cocking my hip. “You don’t think this is comfy?”
He snorted as he looked me over. “Your shirt is flowy and pretty, but definitely not a comfortable fabric to sleep in. Your jeans are so tight they’re practically glued on. I’m half convinced you’re gonna need my help to pull them off. Might even need to get some oil or butter or something.”
I couldn’t help but snort at that, giving him a push. “You’re an ass, you know that?”
“Oh, you’ve told me countless times.”
I rolled my eyes, trying and failing to bite back a smile. “Whatever.”
“Go change, babydoll. Then we can watch the Real World of Gauhala.”
“Ooooohhh, yes! I can’t wait to see who Timora goes on a date with.”
“Uh-huh.”
I smacked his chest lightly, copping a feel for a split second. “Uh-huh, my ass. You’re just as into it as I am. Don’t act like you’re not.”
“I am not.”
“Oh my Scales! You were crying when Jorgo told his story about being turned into a vampire—it was tragic, and youcried. A lot. And when we had to stop the one episode without finding out who stole Loreena’s spellbook, you were pissed for, like, a whole day.”
“I was not.”
I pointed at him. “Liar, liar, pants on fire.”
