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around his room. He pulls a hoodie out and hands it over. “You are froze solid. Put this on. Do you need sweats?” I shake my head no and plop down on his bed, which is just a box spring and mattress on the floor. He flips on the radio low and turns with sweats in hand “Hang on,” he says before he steps out. When he comes back in, he has his shirt still on and the baggy sweats…yum . . . STOP IT!! TOBY, TOBY, TOBY!
    “So where am I sleeping since your sofa is taken? And where’s your mom?” He looks sad, but he answers nonetheless.
    “Well, first, you are sleeping here, where I know you’re safe. I will not touch you, I swear. I will make a blanket bed in the floor. And second, she is not here. It’s just me and my two little brothers. One’s in the other bedroom, and the other, as you saw, is knocked out on the sofa in a cartoon-induced coma.” He laughs at himself, which is adorable. He doesn’t scare me at all. He saved me from Monster Trucker. I can’t let myself impose on him anymore than I already have.
    “You don’t have to sleep on the floor. As long as you sleep with your clothes on, we can share.”
    He changes the station on the radio to play newer music. I was enjoying the oldies, and well, the new stuff makes me think about Toby and how he may react to all this. Oh well, I can’t worry about that right now. I’m safe tonight, and that is what truly matters.
    “By the way, I’m Rome, Rome Tate.” he sticks his hand out to me and I reach for it shakily.
    “Rory.”                            
    He smiles that—yep, you guessed it—panty-dropping smile again, and I melt just a little.
    “Nice to meet you. Now scoot over; you’re hogging the bed.”
    We both burst out laughing. I turn my back to him and cuddle under the sheets. Man, they smell good.
    “Thank you, Rome.”
    He keeps his back against the wall, singing low, “I will wait…” He has a wonderful voice. I turn back over, and I can see his face just barely from the street light outside.
    “I love your voice and that song. Please don’t stop until I’m snoring,” I chuckle, fading out with a yawn. Next thing I know, his hand is in my hair scratching my scalp, and he is singing. 
    The sun on my face wakes me, and I have no clue what time it is.   I go to stretch but quickly realize I’m hooked inside…OMG…Rome. I try to get up without waking him. How in the world did we get entwined and wrapped around one another? EPIC FAIL! He opens his eyes, blinking wildly. Man, he is even more beautiful in the daylight. A smile spreads across his face.
    “Good morning, Rory.” He untangles us and sits up. “Let me get the boys started, and I will walk you back over. I want to make sure that guy has left.”
    He goes to fix bowls of cereal and start the TV with two very wild, happy little boys, maybe four to seven years old, bouncing around his knees squealing. The whole scene is amazing to watch.
    “OK, guys, I’m going to walk Rory home, and I’ll be back in five. If you need me, just holler from the porch, and I will be right here.” Turning back to me, Rome smiles when he sees I have found the stash of suckers. YUMMY! I hold one up, and he laughs “Yes, Rory, you can have one.” I pop it in and make a sweet throaty moan “Uh, these are heavenly. Suckers are my kryptonite, just so ya know. And dude, seriously, come off one of those orange flavored Vitamin C’s in a pouch.”
    All I get from him is an explanation, one that I should have really asked for last night. “Those suckers are what saved you last night. I been trying to quit smoking, and I substitute it with those; however, I still like to sit outside and get fresh air while I think and finish one. I had just walked out when I heard something between a plea for help and a siren going off. It took me a minute of running between trailers to pinpoint yours, and thank God above your door was unlocked.”
    I sit stunned, unsure what I’m