Page 32 of Loving Roman
It’s tough a lot of the time. But I’ve learned through the years to be as honest as possible without burdening the kids with adult issues. It serves no purpose when the goal is to give them back their childhood.
I breathe a heavy sigh as I turn off the kitchen light and head to bed. The morning will come soon enough, and I’ll have a fresh day to question my ability to be the best possible person for the kids in my care.
18
–alice–
It’s exactlytwo weeks to the day since I promised Roman I would contact him. I’ve missed him so much.
Missed his touch, his kisses.
Missed him.
Just being around him makes me feel ...
My phone buzzes, alerting me to a text.
Roman
Time’s up.
My heart pounds.
Roman
I’m taking you out on Saturday night. I’ll pick you up at 7.
I’ll need your address. No excuses.
Me
Hello to you too. I was about to message you, so there’ll be no excuses.
I send him my address and slump back inmy chair as my lips stretch wide. My heart’s beating a million miles a minute, and I’m equally excited and nervous to see him on the weekend. I’d never believed it possible to experience butterflies over a man at my age, but here I am with all the butterflies in the world taking up residence in my stomach.
Roman
Good. See you on Saturday.
And Alice, wear something sexy for me.
Oh my.
Heat rises through my cheeks, and I fan myself. I loved his occasional bossiness in the bedroom. It was such a turn-on and a contrast to his regular personality. He’s such a laid-back guy, and it was so unexpected. I press my thighs together to stem the pulse that’s started throbbing. It had been twenty years since my last sexual experience with a man, and what a way to break the dry spell. Roman certainly took care of my needs beyond anything I could have ever fantasized.
Me
Okay
I guess I’d better buy something new to wear. I may even splurge and get some new lingerie. My stomach swoops as giddiness erupts at the thought of seeing Roman in a few short days. I can’t freaking wait.
I bought the sexiest thing I could find that suited my body shape and a set of stunning deep purple lacy lingerie to wear underneath. The clothes make me feel feminine and sexy …empowered.
Checking the time, I have a couple of minutes for a final coat of gloss and to check my hair. I barely manage to keep my hands steady with the nervous charge running through my body. As I apply my gloss, I pause to scrutinize myself in the mirror. My eyes have a sparkle to them I haven’t seen since my early twenties. My cheeks are flushed, and I think I look pretty good for forty-seven. The shock of white hair framing my face is possibly the only thing that gives away my age.
The overhead light catches something on my chin, so I lean closer to the mirror to see what it is. My eyes widen, and mortification hits me like a sledgehammer. Leaning closer, I tilt my chin in a different direction.
How long’s that been there?
