Could ruin me.
“Roman.”
“Ryleigh.”
I could hold on to her like this for the rest of my goddamn life—
She shifted in my arms, bringing me away from the dream and back into reality.
I stirred awake, though I didn’t say anything for a moment, reveling the feel of her in my arms.
I waited to see what she would do.
She rolled onto her back and lifted her arm up. The one I had handcuffed to me.
I held in a grin when she let out a small sigh.
Then, with the tiniest of movements, I felt her finger prodding my side.
“Roman.”
I didn’t move.
She poked me again.
“Roman.”
I squeezed her to my side.
“What?” I asked, my voice gruff from sleep.
“I have to use the bathroom, so unless you want to lay in a puddle of my pee, I suggest you unlock the handcuff.”
I couldn’t help but laugh over her words. I opened my eyes and found shy eyes and blushing cheeks.
I had fucked her in about ten different positions in her apartment a few days ago. Had seen the way she lost herself in ecstasy, and she was getting shy on me now?
Despite all we’d done, I realized just how little time it really was… for her.
For me, everything had been going on for two years.
She always had this air of reservedness around her, but this shyness was really fucking me up a little bit.
Time seemed to have held its breath for us, and I had to fight the urge to keep her permanently glued to my side. Wouldn’t that just be fucking perfect?
I didn’t say anything when I reached over to the bedside table for the key, and not looking away from her, I unlocked the handcuffs from both of our wrists.
She didn’t move for a moment.
“Ryleigh?” I asked, amusement tinged my voice.
“Yeah?” she asked softly.
“Don’t you have to use the bathroom?”
She blinked in surprise, and her blush took on a deeper shade of crimson as her eyes widened. She quickly climbed off the bed.
“Right,” she said, walking away from me.
