I laid on the bed in my room with a book in my hand, looking at the words but not really understanding. The night had started off so perfect. Minus the incident at the club, that is. The whole kitchen vibe was almost romantic, I really thought we had hit it off. There was ice cream and a home cooked meal, and everything was sealed with a kiss.
But as usual, I couldn’t have been farther from the truth.
Just after the kiss, Roman got up and abandoned me again. He decided the food was ready and dished it into two plates, we ate in silence. There was no conversation, he just acted like nothing had happened. Like he didn’t just pull me in for a kiss.
After a while of sitting in silence, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to say something, but as I opened my mouth to speak, his phone rang. He
