I could hardly sleep after the moment that Roman and I shared the night before. The memory of his nearness, how he nearly brought his hand to my face. I was confused, to say the least, about the feelings that he’d brought out of me.
When I surmised it to be morning, my eyes shot open, unable to feign rest any longer. Instead of getting up straight away, however, I merely rolled over, my eyes open as I stared blankly at the closed door of the room that I was in.
There was always something about Roman Dharke that intrigued me, and I could not help but think that he felt the same as our relationship was not something that I’d call traditional. In fact, it was hard to put a finger on what type of situation we were in when it came to one another.
Hard to deny that there was a strong link
