~Roman~
Saturday morning, seated inside the pickup truck Lu loaned me, I waited for the clock to hit six am.
Viviana sent me her address and told me to be there by six or even a little later if I had other things to do. It’s more like she’s simply telling me not to bother to help her out, but I did want to help her and spend the day with her, as friends, of course.
It felt like a lifetime had gone by since yesterday’s breakfast, and I crave her presence like a druggie needing a fix.
The house I’m looking at was her home for the last three years. It doesn’t have the white picket fence, but it’s definitely a place where you’d want your children to live. Xavier owned this parcel of land, a gift he gave her in memory of her father. S
~Viviana~For a moment, I saw the vision of our past, only it was him who was leaving me. I felt it on Thursday night, the pain of being left behind. I’m not sure if he wanted me to feel what he felt that night, but knowing Roman, he probably didn’t know how this affected me. He would never hurt me, at least not deliberately, and from the way his shoulder fell as he pivoted to leave, my heart took control of my mind.I reached for his hand before he could descend the stairs.We were frozen at the moment. His broad shoulder stiffened, holding his breath while I forced my brain for the right words to say.I’m not sure what I would get out of this gesture. Our future is still bleak, but my hold on his hand was enough to let him know what I wanted. And that
~Viviana~ In sheer darkness, the sliver of moonlight that passed through the balcony’s glass door was our only light. Dressed in our birthday suit, Roman still had me on his lap as he kissed me like it’d be the last kiss he’ll ever have. Eventually, we had to come up for air, soaking in ecstasy. He cupped my face tenderly, thumbs drawing circles on my cheeks, our foreheads pressed together. “Are you sure about this?” Questioned Roman. Between the two of us, it was he who always did the right thing. I tried my best to do the same, but will it kill us if we let go for one night? “Very.” I cling onto him, gripping his shoulder, grounding my hips back and forth on his ramrod erection.
~Viviana~A silence so thick poised between Roman and me weighed down on our heaving chest.Like I remember it, sex with him was still out of this world; ‘amazing’ doesn’t even cover it. It was the most wonderful orgasm I have ever had in years. None of my boyfriends ever made me come thrice in a row. Only Roman had the power to command my body that way.Laying side by side, hidden in the dark, the after-effect of what we just did terrified the shit out of me.It’s like I’m about to tread in murky water. I had no way of knowing what he was thinking, and I didn’t know where we were going from here. If he’d ask me what I want, I have no answer for him because this is not something I ever thought possible.
~Roman~Deep in her slumber, Viviana snuggled in my arms. Being this close to her felt right to the bones. I felt recharged, contended. Tomorrow, there will be another bloody battle because I must leave her, but I’m a tad stronger; at least, I’d like to believe I have the strength to do what I must.I told her everything she wanted to know. Will it change what we have? I’m one hundred percent sure it won’t. Will it give her the closure she needs? I hope it does. She has to move on. Find a man who would give her the life she deserves. Someone that could live with her here in her dream home. A family, children that would take their mother’s beauty, wits, and kindness. I’ll make sure he treats her well. I’ll make sure she finds her happy ending.A moan of protest sounded from V
~Roman~ Like breadcrumbs of evidence, there was a trail of clothes towards the living room from the kitchen. Viviana’s legs fenced my hips on the couch, my hands redrew the map of her body I had imprinted in my head, creating a new memento that I will carry with me once I step out through that door again. I took my time kissing her, teasing her. Our lips were in no hurry, unlike last night. It’s like we both wanted to savor this moment. By the way she gripped my hair, grind her bare wet pussy back and forth over my ramrod cock, I can tell she liked my long hair. It reached past my shoulder, and she kept tugging it backward, running her lips down my throat. I enjoy it, love it even. She had always been enthusiastic in bed. It’s undoubtedly one of the things that never changed.
~Roman~We finally ate a proper breakfast after taking a shower together. We spent the entire morning treading over safe topics. Made out, cooked lunch together, and made out some more.“I like your hair,” said Viviana. We were on the patio on the back lawn of her home. The summer heat was nothing new to me, but the warmth inside my chest gave me chills that this was too good to be true.“Figured,” I chuckled, circling my thumb on the sole of her foot. She had her back against the other end of the outdoor rattan chair while I was on the other end. We were both indecently dressed. Me, with nothing apart from my boxer shorts, while Viviana had nothing on apart from a fitted white tank top - which was utterly distracting since her nipples were straining through the cotton material - and boy shor
~Viviana~After seeing his scars last night, I thought of what I must do. It was his battle scars for a war he fought all alone.Just the thought of him fighting all by himself all those years to keep me safe breaks my heart.I resented his choice. I resented that he didn’t want to run away with me even if I offered to coexist in this world with Rio.I lived my life, went to college, had boyfriends, partied while he, on the other hand, was beaten and tortured. Hell, he said it himself. He had to play the dangerous game they played. Those scars will be permanently engraved on his skin, a warranty of how selfless he was.I told myself that I would make the most out of this day. Cook a meal for him, pleasure him, give him
~Roman~I don’t know what the fuck I am doing. All I know is that for the first time since I let Viviana walk out of the gym five years ago, this decision I made felt right on so many levels.So what if I’m being selfish? Can’t someone like me accept what little good this life offers me?I have no idea how we will make it, but this woman in my arms is worth fighting for. And I’m goddamn lucky that she wanted me back after everything that I had done, after everything I’ve put her through.There are a thousand reasons I shouldn’t agree to what she wanted, but she gave me one reason to fight for us. Despite all the mess this life laid in front of us, she loves me. This woman fucking loves me.