I removed my arm and stared at him. “Well. Say something.”
“You told me not to.”
I grabbed a pillow and threw it at his face, making him splutter. “Get out, and never speak of this again.”
When I finally looked at him, I could tell he was trying not to laugh at me. I glared.
He held his hands up in surrender. “I won’t say anything, but only if you come out and eat breakfast with me.”
I groaned again and let my head drop on the mattress dramatically. “Fine. But seriously, if I think you’re even thinking about it, I’m gonna shift and eat you.”
That made him laugh, so I grabbed another pillow, sat up, and started whacking him with it, trying—and failing—to hold back laughter.
He held his hands up again, laughing his ass off. “Truce! Truce!”
“Ugh!” I hit him one more time, then jumped to my feet and strolled out of the room, holding my head high and ignoring his giggles—who knew Roman couldgiggle?—as I walked down the hall. “Asshat!”
His laughter followed me all the way to the kitchen.
Chapter Twelve
Roman
Holy shit.
Oakley was attracted to me.
They were attracted. To me.
Holy shit on a stick.
There was a giddy feeling in my chest that I desperately tried to push down because I knew if they noticed, they’d kick my ass for it.
But if they were feeling attraction toward me, did that mean they felt something else? Did they… could they possibly feel our viramore bond?
It’d been growing over the last few months, but Oak hadn’t shown a single instance of feeling the same, so I’d assumed they weren’t there yet.
But now… now I was wondering if they were.
Or if they were, at least, on their way to feeling our bond.
I walked out into the common space, and Tan immediately said, “Our cars will be here in an hour to take us home. Can you guys pack up after you eat?”
I blinked at him and swallowed hard.
Home.
We were going home.
Where Garrick was.
Where my best friend, the king of our territory, and the father of my viramore, lived.
Home. Where Oakley’s father was.
I held back a grimace.
Tan’s brow furrowed. “Rome? You okay?”
