Having Rome kissing me was unexpected and unwelcomed before it was welcomed. As much as I wanted to fight him, I couldn't. My body and heart betrayed me long before my mind could register what was happening. The kiss held more passion than it should, it held secrets that I wasn’t ready to uncover.
It was too much to handle. I cried. For the first time in thirteen years after my parents died, I cried. Not the regular tears but the ones that left you breathless, the ones that held you locked in a gut-wrenching prison. I sobbed, heart-shattering, unleashing everything that’s been held this long. Heart coming undone, soul, released. It wasn’t pretty but he held on.
He held on, tightly holding to the hug that I desperately tried to escape. I didn’t want his comfort, but I can’t lie and say I
