Spiteful Lovers |Romano X Reader|

Part 36

I come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my body. The towel on my head dries my hair as I work my fingers through it. "Hey, Lovino?"

"Hm?" He looks up from his book, and his face instantly turns red.

I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms. "What?"

"N-Nothing," he huffs, turning his gaze back to the words on the pages. I walk up to him and lean down to read the cover of his book.

"You like The Book Thief?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He growls, rolling over to avoid eye contact with me.

"I'm pretty sure it stated this," I rub my temples. "It's about a German girl."

"What?!" He looks at the cover. "I never knew!"

"You're an idiot!" I laugh. He tsks and throws the book at the wall. "I thought you hated Germans."

"It's not that I hate them," he hides his face in his pillow. "But, it was either The Book Thief or Fifty Shades of Grey; and I know that book is not about the color grey."

"Yea, you're right," I sigh, sitting down next to him. He squirms away from me awkwardly, curling up into a little ball. "What's with you?"

"I-I'm trying not to do something we both might regret," he whispers.

I cock my head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You're only wearing a fucking towel, you bastard!" He looks at me with tearful eyes. "Did it ever cross your mind that you being almost butt naked effects me?!"

"I don't know what you're-" I close my mouth, eyes wide. "Ooohhhhhh..."

"Yea," he hugs the pillow to his chest, angrily averting his gaze.

We sit there in silence for a second, and I reach out to ruffle his hair. "I wouldn't regret it, you know."

"Huh?" The blush on his cheeks grows as his eyes stare into mine.

"I can't imagine being with anyone else but you," I smile. "You do that with someone you love, isn't that right?"

"I-I guess you're right," his lips curl upwards, just slightly. I crawl over to him, and gently kiss his cheek. He stares at me for a little, then flips me over, kissing my lips.

"T-That was sudden," I whisper as our lips part.

He places a hand on my thigh, and leans down to whisper in my ear, "You provoked me. Take responsibility."

I gasp, and he takes the chance to capture my lips once again. Our tongues intertwine, and our hearts beat as one. I become self conscious of myself as his hand gets higher and higher, making contact with the towel that's loosely wrapped around me. He leans down once more, and I shut my eyes tight, preparing for his kiss. His lips make contact with my neck, and he goes lower and lower with each butterfly kiss. I hear his hand move from the bed.

H-He's going to take the towel off!

I lay there in anticipation, my face turned away. But, it never came. I peek an eye open, and he had distanced himself from me, holding himself up with his hand. He grasps the sheets in his hand, and I sit up with him. "What are you-"

He cuts me off by throwing the white cloth over me, and I sit there, stunned. "You were trembling," he breathes. "If you're not ready, I can wait."

"B-But I-"

"Really," he cuts me off with a serious, yet gentle expression. "I will wait an eternity if I have to."

Tears come to my eyes, and I look down. "Would you wait that long for someone else?"

He stands up, and walks over to the spot where I sit, and caresses my cheek. "I'd only wait that long for you, (Name)," he murmurs as he presses his forehead against mine. I grasp his collar tightly, and pull him down just a bit more. I pause just before our lips connect, and I look into his eyes. They're open wide, and he's blushing from his cheeks to the tip of his ears. I smirk and pull him the rest of the way, kissing him with all my heart. He pushes me away and falls onto the floor, hand over his mouth. "What?"

"That's the first time you've kissed me!"

"Really?" I tap my chin. "I swear I've done it before."

"N-Never!" He stutters. I shake my head in amusement and I begin to work on drying my hair again. After a while, he stands and grasps the towel. I look up at him questioningly, but he avoids my gaze. "Let me dry it for you."

I hum in response and close my eyes, loving the feeling of him trying so hard to dry my hair.

"D-Damn! Your hair takes forever!" He grunts in frustration. I giggle to myself and smile as innocently as possible.

Should I tell him it's already dry?

I look at him from the corner of my eye, his concentration fixed only on his one task.

Nah.