Romans & histoires Unravel Romaji

He moved the metal rod, allowing me to get inside first before he joined me, clicking the metal rod safely back in its lock, he settled right beside me, my side all plastered to his. Anxiousness scratched over my throat as the capsule started to move, slowly taking us up. My fingers curled over the metallic rod, clinging into it so tightly, my knuckles turning white. Roman's hand engulfed mine, he took it off the rod and into his lap, holding it tight as his other arm went around my shoulder, pulling me to his side and securing my position. I felt his lips beside my ear, whispering, "Relax."