Roman and I lay entwined on the couch in my living room watching TV. Some sort of action movie is on. I have no idea what the name of it is. Or if there’s a plot. Every so often, there’s an explosion, gunfire, and a car chase.
Having Roman stretched out beneath me is pure bliss.
I could stay like this forever.
That dangerous thought continues to rattle around in my brain. As much as I push it aside, it stubbornly returns to the forefront of my mind and grows stronger with each passing day.
Once the movie ends, Roman shifts under me. I’m so comfortable that I don’t want to budge. I want to find a way to stop time. Or at least slow it down. This is the most content I’ve ever felt in my life. The thought of this inner peace disappearing as quickly as it came about is painful. I don’t think I could bear for our relationship to go back to the way it was. Not after being so intimate with him. And not after opening up and giving him every little piece of myself.