I heard Dad chuckle, then the door was opening. I stumbled away from it and smiled at Roman.
“So in good news, I get to keep my nads tonight.”
I giggled and he directed me towards the bed.
“Hang on, wait…”
He pulled me back to him and got me out of my jacket. I looked up at him and knew I had that stupid grin you wear when you’re drunk. And – as was unexpectedly expected of Roman Lombardi – he grinned back at me, his eyes warm with humour.
“You right?” he asked, that smirk I somehow now knew so well playing at his lips.
I nodded. “Maybe.”
He snorted. “Excellent. Stop wriggling.”
“I’m not wriggling.”
“You are.”
Okay, seems I was. I was good and stood still.
His hands fell to my jeans button and I looked at him with interest.
“No funny business, Barlow,” he said as he unbuttoned me.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Lombardi,” I snickered.
“Yeah, well. I will be,” he muttered. “Now, jeans off and get into bed. Where’s your water bottle?”
I pointed to my desk as I clambered into bed and dropped under the covers.
Roman climbed onto the bed beside me and I snuggled up to him as best I could with him on top of the blankets and me under. He sat against my headboard and I put my head on his stomach.
“Ugh, I drank too much.”
Roman chuckled and brushed hair off my face. “How do you figure?”
“The world only spins like this when I’m drunk,” I grumbled into his shirt.
“You’ll be fine.” He leant down and kissed my temple. I felt him shift. “Look, I’d better go.”
“No!” I scrunched a handful of his top in my fist. “Stay until the world stops spinning? Please!”
He huffed a soft laugh. “My world will keep spinning as long as you’re in it, Barlow. So, I hope it never stops.”
I smiled and felt all warm inside. “Lombardi?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you hold my hair back if I puke?”
“Hm... Do I get to tease you?”
I snorted. “I’d expect nothing less.”
“Then, of course I will.”
“Thanks.”