Stretching out, calves long, toes pointed, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled Roman down into me. Our lips touched and only seconds later, the tables turned and Roman spun us around, pushing me up against the door and taking our kiss to another elevation. Staking a claim on my mouth.
Our emotions, our confessions were drawn to the surface as we struggled to back up our admissions with action. The insane worry and stress my life had become, floated away. Each touch cleared my mind, lifted my spirit. Roman's hands were in my hair, brushing along my nape, bending over my shoulders. His hands gripped there, tightening me against the wall, my body molding to flatten out over it.
He drew back. "We should - " He paused, blew out a breath, blinked, "We should eat something." His head
