Worse for Better- Book #1 in the WF Series

Chapter 36: Pillowtalk

♡ Alaiya's POV: ♡

After using the restroom, Roman and I ended up falling asleep for a couple of hours.

While I was sleeping, the playback of what happened kept playing in my dream over and over again until it hit me. He's leaving today.

Now my eyes can't shut, and I can't help but overthink this because, for me, this is a big freaking deal. Are we just gonna go back to hating each other and forget this ever happened? Would he do that? I don't want to, but what if he does? What would I say? I know my grandma said that the ones we care about or love only hurt us but make up for it later, but if Roman says that this was all just a moment and maybe we'll find each other in the future, then I think I may fully break.

My legs and thighs still feel numb which is why Roman had to carry me to the restroom and back. They were shaking a little at the beginning, but they stopped after a couple of minutes. This giant; who's still laying on top of me, found it amusing though and I could see actual proudness in his eyes.

Jerk!

He let me borrow his shirt so I mentally forgave him since his shirt is more comfortable than any I own. It also smells amazing, but that would be weird to think because it smells just like him.

He's laying shirtless with just his boxers on, and after tracing his tattoos for a while and thinking about him leaving, I decide to wake him up.

I have to ask.

"Roman," I try and wake him up.

When he hears the sound of my voice, he just moves against me with his eyes sealed shut. I swear it's like waking a child up for elementary school at six in the morning.

"Roman." I shake again, and he groans deeply, making a shiver go down my spine.

Not the time to think his voice is attractive. Right.

How does his voice get deeper? It's already seven octaves too low. My voice sounds like a freaking helium balloon on crack, at least, that's what I hear when I used to play it back on my phone.

"There's a murderer in the house!" I gasp.

No there isn't, but maybe he'll get up if he thinks there is one.

"You first." He pushes me slightly.

How rude!

Why do I feel that that would be something he would actually do? Probably because it would be.

"Oh, so if a guy came in here with a gun, you would just hand me over?" I question rhetorically.

"If it would make you shut the hell up, then I would offer to do it myself," he rudely answers before turning his head the other way on my chest.

My mouth opens very offendedly as he just acts like he didn't just tell me he would shoot me himself instead of letting a whole murderer do it.

The audacity!

"You know, normal people would tell each other they would die for each other if something like that happened." I use my hands to express what I mean as I ridicule his horrible answer.

"Who the fuck told you you were normal?" he chuckles at me.

I slap his shoulder immediately, making him only chuckle more.

Does he realize that he's using me as his pillow right now? The freaking nerve that some people have!

"When do you leave for your flight again?" I ask teasingly, and he laughs against me.