Page 35 of Roman Blake


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Heat shot straight through me, fast and disrespectful.

“Boy, get out my face,” I snapped, pushin’ his chest.

That just made him smirk.

A knock on the door saved me from havin’ to find a better comeback. Roman stepped back, grabbed his wallet off the nightstand, and glanced at me.

“Go sit down,” he said. “I’ll grab it.”

“Don’t be bossin’ me around.”

“Melissa.”

The way he said my name made my mouth shut all the way up.

“Whatever, Roman,” I sassed while heading to sit down.

I went and sat at the small table by the window, still wrapped in the sheet. My mind was goin’ a mile a minute, but my stomach didn’t care about none of that…it was growlin’ loud as hell.

By the time he came back in with the tray, I had my face turned toward the water, tryin’ to slow my thoughts down.

He set the food down…eggs, fruit, some kinda potatoes, two juices—like he did this all the time.

“You really ordered all this?” I asked.

He smirked. “You said you was hungry. I don’t half-feed people.”

He fixed me a plate without askin’, slid it toward me. I wanted to argue on reflex, but the truth was… it felt nice.

Somebody just… doin’ for me without me havin’ to beg, explain, or trade pieces of myself for it.

“Thank you,” I muttered.

“You welcome.” He sat across from me with his own plate, diggin’ in.

For a few minutes, it was quiet except for silverware and the ocean outside. My mind, of course, refused to shut up.

What we did last night.

How easy it felt layin’ next to him.

How dangerous that ease was for a girl like me.

Roman looked up mid-bite, his gaze catchin’ mine. “Talk.”

“‘Bout what?” I asked, even though I knew exactly what he was on.

“Whatever got you starin’ at your eggs like they offended you.”

I stared at my plate for a second, then took a slow sip of juice, tryin’ to decide how honest I wanted to be.

“Last night…” I started, then stopped.

He waited.

I hated that he was patient.

“Last night just… fucked me up a little,” I admitted finally. “In a good way and a bad way. I ain’t feel like that in a minute. And I don’t know what to do with it.”