I climb off his lap on unsteady legs. Jake’s still got his headphones in. The rookies are still sleeping. No one saw anything.
Roman watches me gather my bag, and there’s something predatory in his expression. Like he’s already planning exactly how tomorrow night is going to go.
“Tomorrow,” I manage.
“Tomorrow.” He smiles. “Sleep well, Moxie.”
I flip him off as I head to my hotel room.
His quiet laugh follows me off the bus.
In my hotel room,I try to sleep. Can’t.
Try to read. Can’t focus.
Try to work on reports and give up after reading the same paragraph four times.
He texts me at 2 AM.
Roman
Still awake?
Obviously.
Roman
Good.
How is this good?
Roman
Trust your body
My body is going to murder you.
Roman
Just one more night. Then I’ll make it worth it. Promise.
What if it doesn’t work? What if I’m just... broken?
Roman
You’re not broken. You’re just used to being with people who didn’t give a shit about your pleasure. That changes tomorrow.
I’m caught between frustration and hope.
Okay.
Roman
Okay?
Okay. I trust you.
Roman
