Page 31 of Sparks Will Fly

“Next time, don’t open the door until the maintenance is done. You almost gave me a heart attack, Loch Ness Monster.”

I groaned slightly annoyed by his jokes.

“Anyways, what are you doing here?” He held up a bag that I immediately could smell. “You came all this way to bring me something to eat?”

His thoughtfulness made my heart melt into my bloodstream.

He nodded. “You said you were starving, and I wanted to see you.”

I took a step back to allow him access inside. My stomach hadn’t allowed me to forget that I was hungry, and I was ready to dig into whatever he brought me. I couldn’t stop the blush that crept on my cheeks.

“I wanted to see you too, so thank you for caring about my wellbeing.”

He leaned down and placed the softest kiss on my lips. I looked into his eyes and lost all my breath. He looked at me so tenderly it made me want to run and hide. There was no way someone could desire me in this way.

“Anything for you,” he affirmed with a kiss to my forehead that sedated me. He slapped me on the ass making my cheeks jiggle. “Now, go eat so I can eat you immediately after.”

My stomach flipped at the possibility of being ate up. Of all the men I’d been with, Romani was by far my favorite. He had the best dick size and was an eater. I was never passing up the opportunity to get close to him.

I followed him to the kitchen where he laid out an array of food, including a Caesar salad. I wasn’t expecting a full-course meal but wasn’t mad at what I saw. The salmon, loaded baked potato, and steamed broccoli smelled so amazing I immediately dug into it with a fork. The glaze on top of the fish exploded on my tongue, and I moaned without remorse.

“This is so good. Where’d you get this?” I questioned without wasting a second to dig in for another bite.

Romani chuckled from where he leaned against the counter watching me.

“I made it.”

I paused my chewing. “You made this?”

He straightened his posture, poking his broad chest out with confidence. A goofy smile appeared on his face when he nodded.

“Damn… I need to move in with you. I’m sadly a takeout warrior.”

He went to sit at the dining room table then waved me over. I picked up my plate of food then strutted over. I thought he just wanted me to sit beside him, but no, he wanted me to sit on his lap. His left hand went to my lower back where he began rubbing small circles that were addicting.

“How you got a grandmother that cooks like yours and don’t know your way around the kitchen?”

I shrugged, licking potatoes off my fork.

“I always felt like learning how to cook was too much like slavery.”

His eyebrow lifted and his head jerked back in confusion. “Say what now?”

I giggled. “I watched my mama slave in the kitchen to make a home-cooked meal for my father to have every night after work. She never looked happy while she was doing it. It was just routine. I never wanted my routine to be centered around others. I want to be served.”

“Humph. Sounds like your mother is a dedicated woman to me. You don’t admire that?”

I shook my head slowly. My chewing came to a halt. It felt like my food became thicker in my mouth as I forced myself to swallow.

“Maybe if she found joy in doing it. It wasn’t genuine, and it was obvious on the days she really didn’t want to.”

The entire time I was talking, his hand never left my body. His presence became my anchor as countless nights living in my parents’ home came flooding back in. I didn’t know how I would’ve made it through those nights without Mercy. He brought warmth into that otherwise cold home.

I inhaled slowly, returning to the present when Romani’s arms wrapped around my waist. He kissed up my arm so gently I could imagine he was kissing the surface of my heart.

“I love the way I can let my guard down with you.” I didn’t mean to share that, but my supercharged emotions were in control and not my mind.

Romani picked up my right hand then interlaced our fingers. Everywhere his skin collided with mine was tingling with glee. I wanted more of him. Turning so I was straddling his lap, I wrapped my arms around his body in need of a human shield in the moment. It always took a lot for me to share even a little bit of my scars. I was always afraid someone would see them and run away as fast as they could.

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