Lowkey

Chapter 35

Silence.

"Ro-

"I'll go," He said, finally.

I begin to smile, but then stop when he speaks again.

"Only if you kiss me,"

He maintains his focus on the road, coming to a halt when the light turns red. My sight wanders over his expressionless features, his question completely solemn.

I shook my head and scrunched my lips to the side. My hand was up beneath his smooth jaw, and his eyes were fastened on me.

"Lean down," I say quietly, and he does so.

As I raised my head upwards, his free hand moved to my waist and held me in place.

The blazing colourful lights shining onto the side of his face lured my focus across his visage.

The lingering shadow of his lips hovering over mine compelled me to lean forward slowly, and press my lips against his. The sound of a low and incredibly sexy grunt fell from his lips as I kissed him.

My lips moved slowly in time with his, my tongue stroking over his lip as he did the same. I let him in, and our tongues collided.

I gently brushed my fingers along his jaw, his hand on my waist moved in time with the kiss, and the palm cupping my cheek burned me much more.

His soft, warm lips had continued to tenderly caress my own, moving away before leaning back in to peck them.

My cheeks flushed, and I was glad for the darkness. I saw him smile again, and though it was modest, the gentle hint of his dimples peeked.

"You'll go with me now?"

He kissed my cheek and nodded. "I would've gone either way, Bellissima," he muttered after kissing my cheek.

"I know," I said, a tiny smile across my face.

I was startled by a car horn, and I quickly looked to the lights, which were now green. I laughed and yanked Roman's arm off my waist and onto the steering wheel.

"Drive," I said in a breathy tone as the cars continued to beep.

He smirked and looked into the review mirror before driving, but slowly.

"Roman!" I squealed and told him he needed to hurry.

"You know how crazy New Yorkers are, we're going to get our asses beat!"

He chuckled, his foot firmly planted on the accelerator as he raced down the street at a lightning speed.

I laughed as the background music poured into the car and drowned out the rest of the world.

We arrived at the party around thirty minutes later.

Everyone seemed to be just arriving now, although the house was already crowded with people and glowed raw coloured lights.

Roman had parked and, as usual, he opened my door for me, slipping right out, locking the car and leading the way.

The only source of light was the flashing blue and red lights that illuminated the inside.

A pool appeared to be further within the house, as viewed from across the room through the broad glass doors.

Roman had abruptly grasped my hand in his, and the sensation instantly warmed me. As I followed him around the room, my eyes had done the opposite.