I want you to want me

Roman deeply inhaled hearing his mother's last words.. "I'm sorry son",

he was a great man but this had made him look dull, this proved that every man has a secret a serious one..

he squeezed his phone back into his left jacket, seemingly picking on his anxiety he became immensely stressed out..

breathing in breathing out.

Ivi found a beautiful nightgown by the corner of the room, her freshly bathed body carried some tenderness and loveliness with it, she looked at her self gently and pulled up the gown and her panties.. she bit her bottom lips and said wretchedly to herself "No need when you know he wouldn't touch you".

she hovered over her lips with her arm as she heard his forthcoming silent steps.

Roman pushed open the door and walked in to meet her pulling the duvet on herself Roman felt slightly pitiful for her, she already believed they were just gonna sleep..

He said.. "Ivi, you're sleeping?"