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I close my eyes for God only knows how long. Do I fall asleep? I don’t think so, but when I open them again, coming to my senses, I realize that Romeo had been humming next to me. The tune is unfamiliar, so I suppose it must be one of his songs. It’s quiet and mellow, soft and sweet, and I truly enjoy it for a moment before carefully pulling away from his one-armed embrace.
“ As nice as the water is, I really would like to go home now.”
This time, for what feels like the first time this whole night, he doesn’t argue.
We dry off quickly in our respective dressing rooms and I slip into my dress, keeping the bikini on underneath to get changed quicker. He asks me to give my address to the driver, not wanting to drop me off at the coffee shop and make me walk home alone so late at night. I’m reluctant and hesitate for a long moment, but finally do give my address. If Romeo wanted it so badly, I’m sure he could find out where I lived—it was good to know that he wouldn’t breach my privacy in such a way.
The limo pulls up in front of my apartment in what feels like no time at all. I must have dozed off in the car, the mix of warm water and wine from earlier that night lulling me into a calm sleep. I shake the drowsiness out of my eyes and step outside as soon as the doors are opened for me. Much to my surprise, Romeo follows me out.
“I’d invite you up for coffee,” I say, clearing sleep away from my voice to make sure he hears me loud and clear, “but it’s late and I’d just prefer not to.”
He laughs, the chuckle quiet and intimate in the night. “Oh, you’ll be changing your mind about that soon enough.”
“Yeah, except for the part where I won’t .” I take a step back towards my building, frowning when he takes a step forward. “You promised you would leave me alone after this night if I never wanted to see you again.”
“I did say that,” he says, nodding agreeably as he brings a hand up to my chin. Curling his fingers at my chin, lightly, he tilts my head up to him. “Now I want you to say to me, straight to my face, that you never want to see me again.”
I look up, ready to tell him just that—it would have been so simple. It would have been an end to all this. The words don’t come, though. It isn’t that I was falling for him or some shit like that, but it—it hadn’t been a completely unpleasant night.
“Look, Romeo—.”
“Can’t say it, can you?”
I huff, annoyed, and knock his hand away. “Would you let me speak ?”
He nods after a second, gesturing for me to continue.
“The movie—that you remembered, from my notes. That was a nice touch,” I begin, speaking my thoughts more honestly than I thought I would—he deserved the truth, I suppose, even if his ego really didn’t need stroking right now. “And you’re a charmer, and you’re attractive, and we have a lot in common by way of our families—but you know all that, and you think that’s enough. You think you can flaunt that around, flaunt your money around, and buy me with fancy meals and hotel spas. Well, you’re wrong. Dead wrong.”
To my surprise, he doesn’t interrupt. He doesn’t look offended, either, or even surprised—he simply watches me like he’s amused, the same way he’d been watching me all night.
“Nothing’s changed. You’re still arrogant, too confident for your own good. Some girl’s going to like that one of these days and you’ll make her very happy, but that girl is not me.”
“Erin,” he says, finally interrupting just like I expected him to. “That wasn’t what I asked Erin. I said, tell me straight to my face that you never want to see me again.”
I frown. Of course he realized by now that I wouldn’t say anything so harsh—it wouldn’t be entirely terrible making his acquaintance. He wasn’t horrible company, I suppose, but he wasn’t what I wanted in a man. There was no way of saying one of these things without implying that the other
I close my eyes for God only knows how long. Do I fall asleep? I don’t think so, but when I open them again, coming to my senses, I realize that Romeo had been humming next to me. The tune is unfamiliar, so I suppose it must be one of his songs. It’s quiet and mellow, soft and sweet, and I truly enjoy it for a moment before carefully pulling away from his one-armed embrace.
“ As nice as the water is, I really would like to go home now.”
This time, for what feels like the first time this whole night, he doesn’t argue.
We dry off quickly in our respective dressing rooms and I slip into my dress, keeping the bikini on underneath to get changed quicker. He asks me to give my address to the driver, not wanting to drop me off at the coffee shop and make me walk home alone so late at night. I’m reluctant and hesitate for a long moment, but finally do give my address. If Romeo wanted it so badly, I’m sure he could find out where I lived—it was good to know that he wouldn’t breach my privacy in such a way.
The limo pulls up in front of my apartment in what feels like no time at all. I must have dozed off in the car, the mix of warm water and wine from earlier that night lulling me into a calm sleep. I shake the drowsiness out of my eyes and step outside as soon as the doors are opened for me. Much to my surprise, Romeo follows me out.
“I’d invite you up for coffee,” I say, clearing sleep away from my voice to make sure he hears me loud and clear, “but it’s late and I’d just prefer not to.”
He laughs, the chuckle quiet and intimate in the night. “Oh, you’ll be changing your mind about that soon enough.”
“Yeah, except for the part where I won’t .” I take a step back towards my building, frowning when he takes a step forward. “You promised you would leave me alone after this night if I never wanted to see you again.”
“I did say that,” he says, nodding agreeably as he brings a hand up to my chin. Curling his fingers at my chin, lightly, he tilts my head up to him. “Now I want you to say to me, straight to my face, that you never want to see me again.”
I look up, ready to tell him just that—it would have been so simple. It would have been an end to all this. The words don’t come, though. It isn’t that I was falling for him or some shit like that, but it—it hadn’t been a completely unpleasant night.
“Look, Romeo—.”
“Can’t say it, can you?”
I huff, annoyed, and knock his hand away. “Would you let me speak ?”
He nods after a second, gesturing for me to continue.
“The movie—that you remembered, from my notes. That was a nice touch,” I begin, speaking my thoughts more honestly than I thought I would—he deserved the truth, I suppose, even if his ego really didn’t need stroking right now. “And you’re a charmer, and you’re attractive, and we have a lot in common by way of our families—but you know all that, and you think that’s enough. You think you can flaunt that around, flaunt your money around, and buy me with fancy meals and hotel spas. Well, you’re wrong. Dead wrong.”
To my surprise, he doesn’t interrupt. He doesn’t look offended, either, or even surprised—he simply watches me like he’s amused, the same way he’d been watching me all night.
“Nothing’s changed. You’re still arrogant, too confident for your own good. Some girl’s going to like that one of these days and you’ll make her very happy, but that girl is not me.”
“Erin,” he says, finally interrupting just like I expected him to. “That wasn’t what I asked Erin. I said, tell me straight to my face that you never want to see me again.”
I frown. Of course he realized by now that I wouldn’t say anything so harsh—it wouldn’t be entirely terrible making his acquaintance. He wasn’t horrible company, I suppose, but he wasn’t what I wanted in a man. There was no way of saying one of these things without implying that the other
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