Page 78 of Our Final Game

He doesn’t seem weirded out by any of my stupid outbursts. Knowing Rohan, he would’ve told me off for saying something like that. Especially when I don’t even know why I said it myself.

“I’ll be back … you can watch TV if you want,” He says before getting up and heading into the bathroom. I hear the water begin to run shortly after leaning my head against the back of the couch.

Guess Rohan takes pretty long showers. I try to flick through the channels and find something interesting, but there’s nothing really to watch. So, I somehow find myself in his bedroom. I’ll lie and say I wanted to grab my jacket if he comes out bitching at me. But I’m just curious since there’s not much I really know about him on a personal level, besides that he has a horrible attitude and he’s an incredible gamer.

Rohan’s room is neat; he has a pile of clothes folded in a basket, his walls are a shade of purple, and he has a lot of posters up in a perfectly curated sort of way. He also has a few books lying around. I walk around to his infamous gaming desk. Of course he would have the best of the best for his PC setup. I lean down closer to the screen, squinting in confusion.

Understory.

Rohan was playing Understory?

Starryeyes … He asked me to talk over voice chat the other night and…That voice when we were chatting…

Rohan.

“What are you doing in my room?”

“Oh, I was grabbing my jacket.” I turn around, smirking at him.

“Right, you’re a horrible liar.”

“Like you’re any better,” I laugh.

“Well, since you’re in here, snooping around. You could lie down if you’re still feeling sick.” Rohan bites his lip.

Oh?

So we’re really going for it, huh?

I walk over to him, closing the distance between us, leaning into his space. “Was this all a part of your little plan to get me in bed? You didn’t have to dine me, could’ve just asked.”

“Your ego is dangerously too big.”

He pushes me before turning and getting into the bed, leaving an open space for me to join him. My brow raises a little, stunned by how direct he’s being right now. But I wouldn’t expect anything less from Rohan Chandra. Always going for what he wants.

I pad over, taking off my shirt before getting in beside him. There’s not much space on his small bed, so he’s practically on top of me, and he doesn’t seem to care at all. Like he’s done this hundreds of times before. Rohan even cuddles further into my chest. My heart catches in my throat, the smell of his clean skin overstimulating to my senses.

Rohan looks up at me again, those big fucking eyes that consume my mind, and I can’t help but be lured in. I press another kiss to his lips. He sighs into this one, whining a little as we find a slow motion. He feels so fucking good.

I hate the look on his face when we break apart, a look I can’t name once again. But it’s close to dread.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper against his lips, trying to kiss it away.

“Nothing. Can you stay?” he mutters.

“Yeah…”

* * *

I’m having one of those vivid dreams of Rohan again. This time we’re at a waterfall, and he’s wet, smiling up at me. As the dream plays out, it gets steamier, and we definitely have sex, ending with us pressed together under stars. I feel Rohan’s soft lips on mine, and I groan into his mouth.

“Why don’t you remember me, Tyson?” Rohan asks, his brows pinched. “I remember everything.”

He sounds so close to me. The vision suddenly blurs, and I can see Rohan and me on a tower from my point of view, as if I’m out of my body. The tower is dark, the sky stormy and black. I see myself falling over the edge; Rohan falls out of what looks like a cage before chasing my body to the edge and jumping after me. I try to grab at him, but my hands grasp at air.

Then I’m falling.

We’re both falling, he’s in my arms.