I huffed and swung my legs beneath me and started humming to a random song.

A minute later he strode back out, a pink large shirt in his hands and I grinned.

Once he came over to me he placed his hands under my arms and lifted me off the bed and then wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me from falling.

His other hand came to the top of my skirt, his eyes peeling to mine asking for permission silently, I smile and nodded.

He looks back down and tugs off my skirt, he never lingered his eyes anywhere, he simply just took my skirt off and tossed it aside before lifting off my top and doing the same.

I held my arms up as I waited for him to place the t-shirt over my head, once he did he patted my hip lightly telling me I was done.

He opened my blankets up for me and I immediately climbed in, snuggling into my silk sheets and smiling.

When I looked back up at him, I saw him toss my clothes into my washing basket and move over towards my door.

"Roman?" I called out.

He stopped and turned his head over his shoulder briefly.

"Can you stay with me," I ask him weakly, "Just until I fall asleep?"

I heard him sigh, he turned around to face me and walked over. I scooted to the side so it could allow him to have some room.

He kicked off his shoes and laid down next to me.

His arm rested behind his head whilst his other one came around my shoulders and I snuggled up against his side.

My head stopped pounding and my eyes fluttered closed, the warmth of his body along with the safety he brought with it made my body at peace.

I felt his hand around my shoulder rub soothing circles against the side of my arm, soothingly drifting me to sleep.

"Goodnight, Roman," I whispered.

"Night, Ella."

"Jesus, Arabella, you need to be more careful,"

I frowned at my cereal bowl, scowling at the scolding my father was giving me.

"I was, it was just alcohol poisoning," I mumble and shove my spoon inside my mouth.

I caught a glimpse of him rolling his eyes.

Moody bitch.

This morning I woke up remembering every single detail from last night which was unfortunate for me, now having to recall my very embarrassing decisions.

Roman had left, I wasn't sure when, but he did and it was before anyone could notice he was here. I told myself that I would thank him today. If I saw him, that is.

I could've left out the minor details this morning but my appearance was something that I think even a dog would run away from.

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