rub his thumb over the back of my knuckles. “I’m just Roman.”
The sounds of the couple’s lovemaking were loud and it was hard to ignore. I blushed, grateful for the darkness to hide my reddening face. “That’s your only name? Roman?” Talk about anything other than the obvious very loud noises. I looked down at our hands, unsure if I should take mine back or let him hold it.
“It’s not my name.” His eyes locked with mine and then darted back to the cave entrance when the woman cried out. “It’s where I’m from.”
“You’re from Rome?”
He didn’t answer, his eyes fixated on the cave entrance.
“What’s your real name?”
“I’ve never told anyone,” he snapped. “I’m from a place that existed a long time ago. It’s not a time I prefer to remember.” He recovered a softer tone, acting as though he’d become more aware of his manner. Then closed his eyes, lost in a memory. His thumb stopped moving and I noticed he held his breath.
The sound of the couple’s lovemaking grew in volume. It was the loudest and most vocal I had ever heard. Not that I’d heard many people making love before—but geesh—they obviously were not trying to be quiet.
“ That’s fine, I can respect that.” I took my hand back and adjusted my position. The small stones underneath me bit into my skin, but otherwise the soft sand offered an inviting bed. Lacking any ideas on how to drown out the couple, I decided to be quiet for the moment until they finished.
Roman draped his arm around me again, tentatively, and I placed my hand over his on my abdomen as his arms tightened. This time I became more aware of his body pressed up against mine, he remained quiet and still as a mountain—but underneath I sensed his restraint.
While we lay there in the darkness, hiding, he moved his hand from my abdomen to my shoulder, where my back met my upper arm. He touched my skin with his fingertip and then hesitated. “May I?” he whispered, his hot breath fanning my ear, causing hairs all over my body to stand on end.
U nsure of what he intended, I slowly nodded. His warm hand traced the lines of receptors from my shoulder down to my hand.
I shivered , but not from the cold this time. A rush of endorphins released and I experienced a euphoric buzz all the way to my core.
He placed his hand over mine and drew me in closer to him , burying his face in the nape of my neck while the couple finished with a few loud and melodramatic screams.
At his tender touch, I started to fantasize about Roman making love to me, but then I convinced myself what I was feeling wasn’t real—it was only a byproduct of being a covert eavesdropper.
But I couldn’t help feeling something… I simply didn’t know what the something was.
You’re confusing me.
Chapter 7
R emaining a complete gentleman, Roman continued to hold me, as I dozed off, exhausted from the pain. I had no idea how much time had passed when he nudged me.
“I think they’re asleep. Do you want to make a run for it?” he whispered , getting onto his knees and glancing at the cave entrance.
“I’m not sure I can make it —I’m weak and slow. Can we wait?” It was dark outside and their fire still roared, the golden flames reflecting on the rocks near the entrance. Thankfully, their lovemaking had long since quieted and my fantasies had faded.
“You’re not completely healed. We need to get you into the seawater soon.” To illustrate, he brushed his hand across my wound and I winced.
“Where did Lily go? Was she hurt by the shark?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Of course not. She had to return and inform the High Council what happened.”
“What’s the High Council?”
“It’s a governing body. We should leave,” he insisted, pulling on my arm gently.
“I’m not even sure I want to go back,” I pondered aloud. Will he throw me over his shoulder and take me back?
I’m a new person now. I’m a … Mer.
This is something millions of
The sounds of the couple’s lovemaking were loud and it was hard to ignore. I blushed, grateful for the darkness to hide my reddening face. “That’s your only name? Roman?” Talk about anything other than the obvious very loud noises. I looked down at our hands, unsure if I should take mine back or let him hold it.
“It’s not my name.” His eyes locked with mine and then darted back to the cave entrance when the woman cried out. “It’s where I’m from.”
“You’re from Rome?”
He didn’t answer, his eyes fixated on the cave entrance.
“What’s your real name?”
“I’ve never told anyone,” he snapped. “I’m from a place that existed a long time ago. It’s not a time I prefer to remember.” He recovered a softer tone, acting as though he’d become more aware of his manner. Then closed his eyes, lost in a memory. His thumb stopped moving and I noticed he held his breath.
The sound of the couple’s lovemaking grew in volume. It was the loudest and most vocal I had ever heard. Not that I’d heard many people making love before—but geesh—they obviously were not trying to be quiet.
“ That’s fine, I can respect that.” I took my hand back and adjusted my position. The small stones underneath me bit into my skin, but otherwise the soft sand offered an inviting bed. Lacking any ideas on how to drown out the couple, I decided to be quiet for the moment until they finished.
Roman draped his arm around me again, tentatively, and I placed my hand over his on my abdomen as his arms tightened. This time I became more aware of his body pressed up against mine, he remained quiet and still as a mountain—but underneath I sensed his restraint.
While we lay there in the darkness, hiding, he moved his hand from my abdomen to my shoulder, where my back met my upper arm. He touched my skin with his fingertip and then hesitated. “May I?” he whispered, his hot breath fanning my ear, causing hairs all over my body to stand on end.
U nsure of what he intended, I slowly nodded. His warm hand traced the lines of receptors from my shoulder down to my hand.
I shivered , but not from the cold this time. A rush of endorphins released and I experienced a euphoric buzz all the way to my core.
He placed his hand over mine and drew me in closer to him , burying his face in the nape of my neck while the couple finished with a few loud and melodramatic screams.
At his tender touch, I started to fantasize about Roman making love to me, but then I convinced myself what I was feeling wasn’t real—it was only a byproduct of being a covert eavesdropper.
But I couldn’t help feeling something… I simply didn’t know what the something was.
You’re confusing me.
Chapter 7
R emaining a complete gentleman, Roman continued to hold me, as I dozed off, exhausted from the pain. I had no idea how much time had passed when he nudged me.
“I think they’re asleep. Do you want to make a run for it?” he whispered , getting onto his knees and glancing at the cave entrance.
“I’m not sure I can make it —I’m weak and slow. Can we wait?” It was dark outside and their fire still roared, the golden flames reflecting on the rocks near the entrance. Thankfully, their lovemaking had long since quieted and my fantasies had faded.
“You’re not completely healed. We need to get you into the seawater soon.” To illustrate, he brushed his hand across my wound and I winced.
“Where did Lily go? Was she hurt by the shark?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Of course not. She had to return and inform the High Council what happened.”
“What’s the High Council?”
“It’s a governing body. We should leave,” he insisted, pulling on my arm gently.
“I’m not even sure I want to go back,” I pondered aloud. Will he throw me over his shoulder and take me back?
I’m a new person now. I’m a … Mer.
This is something millions of
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