How can I not love him, when he says thing like this; When he bares open himself like this; When he trusts me enough to show his vulnerability.

I don't know how because it's impossible.

I wonder how many people know this side of him. The defenceless and exposed side, where he doesn't bother to hide his true emotions within mask of the passiveness.

And if anyone knows this side of him, it's impossible for them to not like him.

My mind travels back to the expression of Grace, when she was told of my position in Romero's life. It was obvious that she has crush on him but does she like him on the basis of his outer looks or his inner beauty? Has she seen any emotions run through his eyes and that held her captive? Or she is just fascinated by his charms?

As I watch him drive, I can't help but feel an irrational resentment for anyone who has witnessed his other side before me. I know it's stupid to hold his past against him, I am being ridiculous but I can't help at the moment.

"Grace likes you."

I don't have any particular reason for why I just ask him this question. Maybe I want to see how'd he react to this. Or maybe I just want to confirm that Grace's crush is only one-sided.

Though later seems as ridiculous as I'm being right now.

He snorts, "She doesn't know me."

Means he is aware of her affections. I somewhat expected this since its not humanly possible to miss the star that lits up her eyes in his presence.

"Neither do I." I throw back at him.

That earns me a side glance, "You know me enough."

I hesitate before speaking, "But your enough is not enough for me."

His face stutters slightly but he recovers it just as fast, "I know but I promise that one day you will know me. All of me." He states in hard steely voice.

"I hope that day comes sooner than later when I get know the real you." I breath in.

Taking my hand in his, he kisses my each knuckles delicately, leaving a trail of fire behind his touch. This sign of affection shows more than he could ever speak. I revel in the flame of his passion.

"I am me when I'm with you. You're the only one who has ever come close to the real me."

It's not completely true though, is it?

I could ask about the time when he stood me up or about his family that I know nothing about and many others but this is not time of this conversation. I don't want to start our day with piles of lie when I know he won't tell me truth until he wants to.

I decide to go back to initial topic that brought us here and that is Grace, "So, how do you know about her crush?" I know I'm being overly curious but I don't care.

He frowns but doesn't avert his eyes from road, "I think it was her seventeen birthday when she approached me declaring of her feelings. Said, she wanted me to be her first. She wanted me to make love with her." The chuckle he gives is humorless. His distaste can't be missed when he words 'make love'.

A chill fills my heart making it beat fervidly against my rib cage as images of him in the arm of Grace, both of them immersed in a passionate love, oblivious to the world and lost in each other without any boundary, appears in the back of my mind. I swallow hard at the thought of him touching Grace the way I want him to touch me or him looking at her the way I want him to always look at me.

It's one thing let go the idea of girls he has been with as faceless equation and it's entirely other thing to any of them personally. I don't think I could ever be friends with any of them. It doesn't matter if it is Carina or Grace. I won't be able to look at them without any resentment of having my Romero.

"Did you and her-?" I trail off, dreading his answer but still silently praying that it come as negative.

Without sparing me a glance, Romero scoffs, "Fuck no! I told her that I didn't do love or virgins. I only did fucking and the women who knew their score. She was upset but at least she didn't pursue me after that."

Before relief of him not touching Grace could settle in, an another blow punches me in stomach as hard as first time, if not more.

I know I shouldn't ask this because whatever he just said were in his past but I feel compelled to demand the answer and I follow through my gut, "I'm not the type of women who do scores. Are you disappointed that I'm not experienced enough for you? The only other boys I-"

I gasp closing my eyes as I feel myself thrown forward imperceptibly when suddenly car stops with a jerk. I don't get much time to comprehend because next thing I feel is his hand gripping my chin and turning me toward him.

My eyes snap open wide and I find myself gaping at his blazing grey orbs, which are almost black at the point.

"What did you say?" He spits through his clench teeth.

Staring in his angry eyes I almost forgot what I have said, "I...I just-" I sputter to complete my sentence. I'm nervous and excited?

"Don't ever say anything about being with other men again. Okay?" He tells me lowly but deadly.

Only thing I could do is nod in my position, so I nod.

"Don't even think about any other man than me. I won't share you. Not even your thoughts." The tone he uses dares me to defy it.

As if I could.

And even if I could, I wouldn't want to.

Is it wrong of me to love it when he get possessive like that? Does it even make sense that I find it attractive? I like it when he gets like this, it shows me I'm truly special to him and he is afraid to loose me. It tells me that I'm more than any other girls in his past.

When I don't speak anything and continue to blink at him he closes his eyes, releasing a breath. When he next open his eyes I'm amazed to find them back in their normal colour.

Releasing my chin he places both of his hands on my face and pulls me to him. Once I'm close enough he place his lips hard on mine. I sling my hands around his neck and yank him toward him.

Our lips move perfectly in notion as we both try to dominate but we both are aware that who is going to win. He lets me play the game for few more second before taking full control of our kiss. I let him take it without any protest and let my body feel what he is giving me.

Pleasure.

Thrill.

Sensation.

Fireworks.

The ringtone of my alarm, notifying me of my first class brings us back to reality. Though it feels bad to end the moment filled of passion but it is ultimate truth of our life. It doesn't always matter what we want, sometimes our needs matter too.

We both pull away, dazzled and breathing deeply. I dare a glance in his eyes to see them burning with the fire, probably mirroring my own blue ones. I blink few times to clear the haze we have created.

Removing his hand from my face, he tucks few of my hairs behind my ear, "I will see you later." His voice is hoarse but controlled

Still in daze, I move away from him shaking my head up and down and an incoherent sound escapes my lip, "Mmm."

Control yourself woman!

My lack of verbal answer amuses his as a smirk form on his swollen lips, "Try not to miss me too much, okay?" He teases.

The devil!

Reigning my control I clear my throat, "Who says I'm going to miss you?" I retort, grinning.

Of course, I'm going to miss him but he doesn't need to know that.

Instead of falling, his smirk widens, "No one has to, I see it right on your face."

Cocky much!

"You're so full of yourself, aren't you?" I grumble, unbuckling my seat belt when I finally manage to notice that we are already outside the campus.

How did I not notice this before?

Oh yeah, that'd be because of his dazzling kiss.

"Never claimed otherwise." He winks with a boyish smile, that has my pulse racing.

Trying to not let it effect me more than it already is, I give him a cheeky smile, "Aw, aren't you a cutie?"

Before he can say something else, I get out of his car and shut it behind me but not before I witness his smile turns into a scowl.

One thing I know for sure is that boys don't like be called cute or adorable. Logan claims that it hurts their manhood.

I turn around to wave him but my heart leaps a beat when I find him staring at me intensely. Gone is the scowl from his face instead there is content look of happy man.

My man.

I quickly whirl back and make my way for the first class. The goofy smile and fluttering of my stomach, never leaving their place.

• • •

He's sat there watching his girl walk away from him. He'd never admit it but this mere sight terrifies him. Though he knows that she is coming back in evening but he can't help but wonder every single time this scene replays, if she is coming back to him or not.

His absolute nightmare is her leaving him, for good and he faces plenty of them every fucking night. Except when she was with him. He fears she will leave him when she learns all about him and realises what a monster he truly is.

Not for the first time he hopes to be wrong about this.