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We stared into each other’s eyes, my heart fluttering and my skin tingling. If one of us moved forward, then we’d kiss. For all his talk of wanting to get into my pants and how nice my eyes were, I knew I wasn’t the sort of girl Roman liked to kiss. So, I didn’t have anywhere near enough nerves to move forward. But, despite some serious heat sizzling off him, he didn’t move forward either.
“There’s something far more satisfying in making you feel better than moping alone, Barlow,” he said, his voice low and rough. He blinked and cleared his throat as he dropped back on to his back, his arm behind his head. “Plus, who would I sing to?”
I smiled, keeping my eyes on his face. He turned to look at me, a frown on that face.
“What?” he asked. “If you’re going to take another picture, warn me this time.”
I shook my head. “No. One is plenty.”
“On the contrary, Barlow. A phone full would never be enough.”
“I do not need a phone full of pictures ofyou.”
“Who says I was talking about your phone and my pictures?”
“I can think of only one use you’d have for any pictures of me, Lombardi. And one is plenty.”
He snorted. “Maybe if I’d caught one of you at your window last night.”
I sat up and looked at him, past caring that my cheeks were hot as hell. “What?”
He shrugged. “Barlow, the light was behind you, but there was enough. I never pegged you for the black bra type.” He winked.
My cheeks flamed even more and I turned and stuck them against the blankets over my knees.
Roman chuckled. “Don’t be embarrassed, please. I promise I only whipped it out to your photo once and I didn’t even think about it after seeing you in your bra… Much. I didn’t think about it much. Okay, I thought about it a lot. And, I might have whipped it out twice, but that’s all. I wouldn’t tarnish your good name more than that. Well, no. I would, but I won’t…”
He petered off as I finally turned to look at him, really not sure how much of that speech had been designed to make me laugh and how much was true. He wore the most annoyingly sexy, innocent little smirk as he looked at me.
“Just how many times have you…whipped it out to…me?” I asked hesitantly.
“Lifetime or in the last week?” he replied, totally at ease.
Panicking, I frowned. “I don’t know if I want to know.”
“Uh, in the last week… It was only once. Before that, I honestly couldn’t tell you.”
I blinked. “What?”
He shrugged. “What? It’s totally natural, Barlow. I’m deprived just at the moment and – to be fair – you’ve been adorable. Also to be fair, it wasn’t intentionally to you. You just happened to be the last girl I was around. So, naturally you popped into my head.”
“That makes a scary amount of sense. I’m not sure I can be annoyed by that.”
His grin widened. “You’ll understand us men folk, yet!”
I gave him an exasperated glare. “Men I understand. Dicks, less so.”
“That’s fair. We are pretty much separate entities.”
I snorted. “Really?”
“Did your precious Carter not explain this to you already? Whathaveyou two been doing?”
“Not talking about our genitals.”
“Well, we’re actually only talking about mine. Which I feel is sexist and unfair…”
I snorted again. “Vaginas seem to be less trouble. I’m not really sure what I could tell you about that is remotely similar.”
