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"𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬"

We went back and forth between my notes from then on - I worded it and he typed it, correcting any errors or wording.

Roman did far more for me than I expected. My pleading eyes appeared to have worked.

When I couldn't think of anything, he'd just write for me and then explain it with a few words of his own.

By the end, the essay was finished and I read through it all, seemingly satisfied with the results.

Saving the document to my desktop, I closed the computer and placed it back into my bag. I returned my attention to Roman, smiling brightly and gratefully.

"I knew you were smart," I exclaimed, referring back to the car conversation.

He exhaled softly through his nose and shook his head as he glanced down.

"Yeah?" His tone was light and amused.

I hummed and laid down on the grass, the stars above me capturing my whole attention at this minute.

"Come here," I looked over at Roman where he patted one of his large thighs relegating to his demand.

I rolled over and rested my head securely in his lap.

His hand came around my neck, his fingertips tracing all over my open skin - extremely close to my breasts.

My mouth took a nervous gulp while I travelled my gaze back up to its original position. With his touch on my skin and the perfect view above me, I was genuinely feeling happy.

And as if on cue with my thoughts Roman asked just what I was affirming.

"Are you happy, Arabella?"

My bottom lip dropped between my teeth, often when I'm asked this I think instantly that I am.

Because, I am a happy person most of the time, and I have every right to be. But the happiness I was thinking about isn't the direct happiness I was experiencing right now.

Maybe it was the moment, or maybe it was a new kind of happiness I hadn't experienced before. But at this very moment, I was happy.

"I am," I replied in a whisper.

Asserting my gaze away from the darkness, I placed them securely on the light.

Brown and green swimming pools, forming his amber swirls combined in undeniably compelling emotions.

The sheer sparkle that reflected off of the sky above us, and straight into his irises - was something I'd never forget.

"Are you, Roman?"

The light glanced away.

He swallowed as the strong point of his jaw flexed. His cheeks hollowed in - even more, as the lump in his throat shifted down and up.

His reddened lips parted and I had replaced my eyes there, waiting for his answer.

The reluctance told me more than it needed to. Was he happy? I had my doubts due to his emotionless demeanour. It's possible, however, that it's only a facade he's wearing to cover his genuine feelings.

But then he replied, and my assumptions were nowhere near as accurate as I had thought.

"Only when I'm with you."

It could have been the confidence in his tone, or the quiet and steady nature of it. But he said it in a way that made it sound as if he wanted me to know - as if he was longing to say it.

However, his reluctance indicated that he was unclear, or that he was unfamiliar with what he was saying.

But I also don't blame him; the feelings I hoped he'd return - felt the same way he did, and I wasn't sure how to deal with them - the feelings.

Instead, I let it just flow.

Completely unaware of how I'd been starring at him, I returned back into reality and peered at him.

Untamed waves fell down his forehead, lips matte and red. Brown and Green were identified from the dimmed lights above us.

He appeared to be staring at me as well.

His eyes bore right into mine, not a flicker of emotion displayed - although an unidentified glint was shown in them. A glint I wasn't aware of what it held.

The hand, which had been resting on my chest, had now moved to my cheek. His rough yet warm fingers brushed against my flushed skin, the hand cupping my warm cheek.

Our faces drew closer on impulse. My head tilted forwards as he leant down, and his delicate caresses caused my mind to double in a mental fog.

I stopped moving before our lips could meet, and he obliged. My deceitful eyes were looking between his and his lips, while his own gaze was focused on mine.

The next words that came out of my mouth were uncontrollable, and I'm not sure whether I had considered them before saying it, but I guess they came from my heart.

And only the Lord knows I've used my brain more than my heart - but I had no management over it in this situation.

"Roman..." I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes.

The glance he took between my eyes and then my lips impulsed me more.

"Is it too soon to ask you to be my boyfriend?"

I hurriedly spoke the words, and I wouldn't have been surprised if he hadn't even understood them.

Timely, I was told wrong. His plump lips curled into the most sensual and unquestionably gorgeous smile.

When the dimpled smile appeared, my racing, uncontrolled heart spun in circles. It wasn't a big smile, but it was more than a tilt of his lips - more than the small smile he gave me once in a while.

A subtle, yet enticing, and intoxicating smile. As he peered into my eyes and nodded slowly, the tip of his tongue brushed his bottom lip.

"It's not," I gulped.

"I'll be yours, Arabella."

My heart stabilised and in response to his reply, my lips glided into his.

The longing kiss was needed between us.

It was obvious that we needed this, with our hands entwined in one other's hair and skin, and our lips moving and gliding perfectly together.

Escalating quickly, his body moved mine below him. He loomed over me, his lips still pressed to mine.

He slowly released his lips, but then began kissing me from the corner of my lips to the nape of my neck.

Each kiss was both powerful and delicate, his lips pressing so gently against my skin, that I squirmed under his grip.

He held me, though. He took both of my hands in one of his enormous ones and supported himself with the other. I was pleased to my core by the warmth of his body and the tenderness of his lips.

I continued to moisten naturally as his lips trailed from the side of my neck down to the apex of my breasts.

When his hand let go of my hands and had moved down to my erect nipple, the moan that surfaced from my mouth had faded his hand away.

He looked at me darkly. Sinfully. And moved his head back in front of mine.

"I'll touch you if you're quiet, Arabella," He said in a low, soft tone.

I bit my lower lip, forcing his gaze there, and I nodded, far too enthralled by what was going on.

I've never been one for public affection, oddly enough I was more turned on. Plus, it was a new experience - It was immoral, but it was also incredibly exciting.

Even if no one else could be seen except us, it was still perilous.

"Words," He demanded, squeezing my open thigh with his hand.

My breath became ragged, and I resisted the want to moan.

"I'll be quiet," I whispered heavily. He smirked devilishly as he peered into my eyes.

He made a move to the side and threw his arm around my waist, drawing me into his lap.

With his body now towering over mine from behind, anyone behind us would be unable to see the bliss I was about to experience.

His hand slid up the inside of my skirt to my inner thigh. His fingers teasingly trailed up the flesh, curling under my panties.

The hand on my waist skimmed up towards my covered breast, his hand softly applying pressure as he grasped it.

While my breathing halted, his fingers traced a gentle path across my wet slit. His two fingers lightly grazed the middle between my two walls, separating them.

My breathing was laboured, and I had to bite my lower lip to keep the moans at bay.

"You want me to touch you, Sì?"

The husk in his voice that refuted with a deep accented undertone - sent my havoc body into further need.

"Yes, Roman," I replied quietly.

He hummed softly, the vibrations of his hum resonating in my veins and rebounding on my spine. My back arched as the two fingers entered right within me.

The arm around my waist, tightened around my body as his fingers stilled inside of me. They were incredibly deep, motionless, and curled.

As he slid them out and back in, my chest heaved, the pressure of his fingers combined with my freely dripping core had created a heavy blissful sensation.

My sinful mouth had uttered soft moans, with my head pressed against his chest and his fingers slowly pumping in me.

As his gradual thrusts became more powerful, I looked up at Roman, who had already locked his gaze on me.

I was craving for more with his thumb stroking my clit and his hand travelling across my breast.

My hips rocked in time with his movements, my eyes closed and my lower lip sucked into my lips. From the pleasure, low hums escaped my mouth, and his lips had now fastened onto my neck.

He kissed me from behind my ear to my neck - sucking and kissing the areas. His fingers curled inside my aching moisture, adding a third finger to the two already inside.

A loud moan enthralled my mouth uncontrollably.

While his voice connected to my senses, his three fingers penetrated deeper and quicker, while his thumb stroked on my bud and applied pressure.

"Silenzioso, Ella."

When his fingers paused, I let out a little whine and hurriedly nodded my head. He thrusts back in, the pace exceedingly faster and I found myself nearly to the rim.

The low rumbling of his words had brought me dangerously close to a release, as had the frantic pumping between my thighs.

With my erratic breathing, he kissed my neck, then my jaw, continuing to thrust until they curled and the significant pressure he applied to my clit had finally done it for me.

"Mm, Roman," I moaned quietly.

As I came, I arched my back and clenched my lower body around his fingers as his thrusts slowed. My head was thrown back so hard against his chest that I physically assumed I'd hurt him.

As my breathing slowed and my closed eyes calmed, the aching strain was released, and I rested my body against his.

Slowly, he pulled out of me. While I rested my sexually exhausted body on him - still getting over my high - his hands fixed my underwear and skirt.

Right now, I felt like I was on top of the world. The shockingly brief period had gloriously fulfilled me more than one ever has.

Soft lips pressed against my forehead as I felt movement with his arms, assuming he was cleaning his hands. I still had my eyes closed as the overwhelming great feeling brandished over me.

My eyelids fluttered open after a minute or so, and I was greeted by the sky.

I shifted my weight away from Roman's grip and sat to the side, but still between his legs.

His lips were drawn together in a cunning and malicious smirk.

As he looked at me, he shifted his palm to my cheek and cupped it, tilting his head slightly.

"Feel better?" He asked, his tone soft.

I pressed my lips together and nodded before leaning against his broad chest.

"Much," I respond.

His hand wrapped around my waist and drew me in close. While I embraced him, my eyes flitted to the stars.

"You're mine now, Bellissima," His deep voice lowered into my ear as he spoke. Upon his words, I felt tingles and peculiar shocks all across my body.

Those words had given me a state of comfort and solace.

I'd never take a risk like the one I made tonight - asking him to be my boyfriend.

But I did it for him, and only him - and because he is the only person who makes me feel these feelings.

So with my head against his chest, the cool breeze flowing with the air, and the starlight above us - I closed my eyes and savoured the darkness.