Chapter 8

Chapter 8 - Zoe

I was falling way too fast and way too far in those gorgeous amber irises. Finally I tore my gaze back to the pasta.

"I thought we'd eat then talk. Make a night of it," his voice fills me up in a way I've never known.

I hop onto the stool with a nod. I wonder if this is what safe is supposed to feel like.

I don't know what possessed me in the shower but the heat and pressure had been divine and then without my permission my thoughts had wandered down the path of what if. What if I had more? A life? A love? A proper education? What if I could be someone that a man like Roman would choose for more than a night?

The thoughts continued to swell and build as we began to eat in silence. I could feel his eyes on me as I took my first bite. My eyes closed and the involuntary moan that left me was embarrassing.

My eyes flew to his but the pride I saw in them tempered the flush in my cheeks. Suddenly he was laughing and then I surprised myself as I giggled. My hand flew to my mouth but Roman just laughed harder so I slapped his shoulder.

"Don't make fun of me," I halfheartedly protested.

"I can't help it. You're enjoying it and that's not a bad thing..." His voice drifted off as he tucked my plain brown hair behind my ear. My second bite was paused halfway to my mouth as I turned to him and nuzzled his hand before I'd thought about it. The growl that came from him sent chills down my spine. I wasn't imagining the heat in his eyes and it had my core clenching.

Roman cleared his throat as he pulled his hand back and refocused on the pasta. I missed his heat instantly as I turned back to my pasta and continued to eat in silence.