Page 34 of Roman Blake
Like me in his bed was normal.
That thought made my stomach flip in a way I did not trust.
I took a breath, pulled the sheet tighter around me, and walked back out.
He was sittin’ at the edge of the bed in just some sweats, phone in his hand, tattoos on full display. He looked up when he heard me, eyes draggin’ from my face to the way the sheet was sittin’ on my body.
His mouth curved a little. “You good?”
“I’m straight,” I lied, leanin’ against the dresser. “So… about last night.”
His jaw flexed just a tiny bit.
“Let me guess,” he said, voice even but I caught that little edge. “We just two friends havin’ some fun, right?”
I sucked my teeth. “Yeah. Nothin’ more, nothin’ less. We grown. We did what we did. It don’t gotta be that deep.”
He held my eyes, sayin’ nothin’.
The silence made my skin itch.
“I told you before we even left the city,” I went on. “I’m on my fun shit. Date, fuck, go home. No catchin’ feelings. No attachments. No expectations. That’s where I’m at.”
He nodded slow like he was listenin’, but his face didn’t change. “You done?”
I frowned. “Excuse me?”
“You asked me what I wanted. I been told you,” he said. “Last night didn’t change that. Saint Lucia just made it louder. I like bein’ around you. I ain’t never treated you like no random.” He shrugged a little. “You can call it ‘fun’ if that make you feel safer,but stop talkin’ to me like I’m one of these niggas you play with and dip on.”
My stomach dipped, and I hated that for me.
“I ain’t play nobody,” I sassed.
He raised a brow. “So every man you been with got the same access you give me?”
I opened my mouth, then shut it.
No.
He knew that.
I knew that.
“That’s not the point,” I said, lookin’ away. “The point is, I don’t want no serious shit right now, Roman. I just got my head halfway together. My daddy still stressin’ me. I got memories I’m still tryin’ to scrub out. I came out here to breathe, not to start some shit I don’t know how to finish.”
He stood up then, slid his phone in his pocket, and walked closer. Not touchin’ me. Just close enough for me to feel him.
“You already started it,” he said quietly. “The second you let me in. The second you stopped runnin’ from me and let yourself want me out loud. You think goin’ back home gon’ erase that?”
His words hit places I was tryna pretend didn’t exist.
I swallowed. “We said no pressure.”
“No titles,” he corrected. “I said I wasn’t slappin’ a label on you while we was on vacation. I never said I wasn’t takin’ you serious.”
I rolled my eyes to cover how that made my heart jump. “You don’t even know if I take you serious.”
He leaned in just a little, eyes locked on mine. “I know your body do.”
