Page 113 of Rebound
I giggle as he heaves a massive sigh and picks up the pillow, putting it on a different chair. Seeing me, he comes around the couch. He lifts me up, putting me on the island as he comes to stand in front of me. Putting my arms around his shoulders, I pull him closer to kiss him, moaning as our mouths meet.
It’s been four days since I last saw him, and I missed him so much. A fissure of worry runs through me at that thought. I’m falling too fast, and I can’t seem to stop it. I’m not sure I want to, even as I worry that what’s going to meet me on the other side is the cold, hard pavement of reality.
I wrap my legs around his waist and ignore the worry nagging in the back of my mind. I need to learn to enjoy myself in the moment.
“Did you have a good day?” Roman asks, his mouth trailing down my neck, peppering kisses on each inch of exposed skin.
“I did. Jules and I went shopping and I found the perfect dress for tomorrow night.” I fell in love when I saw the dress. I’ve never worn anything so beautiful, and the best part is, it matches my ring perfectly.
“Josh sent a cake for me to celebrate.”
Roman leans back, anger filling his gaze. “Why the hell is he sending you anything now?”
I shrug, my fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck. “I don’t know, but Jules and I filmed the perfect response.”
A smirk lifts up the corner of his beautiful mouth. “Did you do something bad? Have I rubbed off on you?”
“You haven’t rubbed off on me yet. Maybe after dinner.”
Roman playfully bites my neck, making me laugh. He pulls away from me slowly, placing lingering kisses on my mouth.
Hearing a buzz on the island next to me, I look down and see Roman’s phone. It’s lit up with a text message from someone named Elena.
“You have a message,” I say.
Roman picks up his phone and when he sees the message, he rolls his eyes. “It’s my cousin. She likes to send me stats about hockey players and all the injuries they’ve suffered because she thinks team sports are barbaric.”
I’m too caught up on the cousin part and miss the rest of what he says.
“You have a cousin?” I ask in surprise.
Roman looks up at me. “Yeah, from my mother’s side of the family.”
“Are you close?”
Setting his phone aside, Roman gives me a kiss before rounding the counter.
“Kind of. We text, but we’re both too busy to meet. I don’t think my family is capable of being close.”
He doesn’t seem to appear to say more on this topic, so I drop it. Family is a contentious topic for him.
While he cooks his sauce, I take the time to greet the kitties, showering them with love and kisses. I give them the toys I purchased this afternoon, and they play with them for about ten minutes before growing bored. Buffy jumps into my arms and I carry her to the kitchen with me.
I tell Roman about another supernatural conspiracy theory I learned as he kneads dough for pasta. Because he’s making me fresh pasta.
“You don’t believe any of that stuff, do you?” I’m too distracted by the veins popping out on his hands and forearms to even hear him. He has such nice hands; no wonder I like it when he wraps one around my throat.
“Lavinia?” Roman looks up at me in question.
“I’m sorry, I was distracted by the forearm porn. Have you considered making thirst traps on the internet?”
“The only person I want to thirst trap is you.”
“Food is my love language,” I tell him. He passes by me to stir the sauce again, pausing to give me a kiss on the cheek. It’s something so innocent, but it melts me each time.
“Then it’s a good thing I know how to cook.”
“To answer your question, I’m not sure if I believe in the stuff. I like being open minded.”
