I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.
~Jamie Weise~
Romano
"Rom,"
"Romano"
"Yes, Bella"
"I'm in the kitchen," I said, moving towards her voice.
"Who are you calling?" She was standing by the bedroom door in a white towel, her hair tied tightly around another, legs crossed over at the ankle, an excited glint in her eyes.
"I'm calling someone to clean up this mess, pack up everything, and deliver it at the house. I said, smiling at her. She sometimes looked at me like she was afraid I might disappear from her life. I could see the struggle in her every time she looked at me. She was scared to depend on me. But her biggest fear, I figured, was getting used to having me around, that too, I could tell from the subtle hints she dropped now and then.
"Which house?" he
