Life After Death

Chapter 31

Sleeping, Roman looked harmless.

He reminded me of a golden retriever: adorable. His hair was a disarray of gold on his black pillow and his muscled body filled the entire bed. Roman shifted and the comforters slid down a bit and bunched up around his waist, and that's when I saw it - the intricate swirls of ink covering his muscled back. The names contorted into a different one every time; and I was so engrossed with watching the beautiful work before me that nothing that had happened in the last couple of days mattered.

Roman was a beautiful specimen. And watching him sleep was something I wouldn't get the opportunity to see ever again, so I should make it worth while.

I sat down on a swivel chair and watched in intrigue as he breathed in deeply. I watched as his lips parted and mint flavoured breath escaped.

There was so many questions I wanted to ask him. The first one would be: Who the hell is Clara Clarkson? I remembered Meg mentioning her to me at the pizzeria. I wanted to know why he really helped me. I wanted to know why he didn't tell me everything about being a Reaper. I wanted to know about this "soul power" I had. Because I had a feeling that Lucifer wasnt telling me the whole truth. I felt like he told me that information about my so-called power and made it seem so trivial so that he could have it for himself. There was something he kept from me, too. It seemed as though everyone was keeping secrets.

Secrets suck.

Just then, Roman stirred and rubbed his eyes, sitting up. He spotted me in the corner of the room and basically fell to the floor with an "oomph!"

I laughed. Roman staggered to the lamp light on his nightstand and gaped at me. "Am I dreaming?"

"Yes," I said seductively. "I want you Roman! Oh! Yes!"

Roman's eyes widened and he stood up. He was in a tracksuit pants that hung dangerously low on his narrow hips.

"Okay. No. I lied. It's not a dream. This is real fucking life so don't come any closer," I said, holding out my hands so he wouldn't take another step toward me.

Roman laughed and stopped. "What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

"Firstly, I should be the one asking all the questions from now on since you just decide to keep things from me," I said. "Secondly, can you put something on because it's very... distracting." I gulped. Roman's hair was sexily mussed, and his dark eyes were fixed on me. I felt my heart thump erratically in my chest. I felt heat flit straight through to my core. Was this normal?

Roman rolled his eyes. He went over to a closet that I never noticed and pulled out a Chicago Bulls sweatshirt and pulled it over his head. His taut muscles twitched with every move he made; and he moved a lot.

The room was dimly lit but I could finally see how it looked since it wasn't pitch black anymore. There was a desk and chair in the corner of the room, - where I sat - there was a single bed pressed up against a black wall. A flat screen TV mounted on the wall with an Xbox. That was it. I didn't expect Reapers to have this much luxury. I didn't even expect them to have a bedroom.

The walls were bare, and so was the bed expect for ruffled black bedsheets. Its like Grim Reapers had this color scheme going on: black, black, and more black. It seemed like black was Roman's happy color, too.

"Black is neutral, okay?" Roman said, honing in on my thoughts.

"It seems like you don't understand what that word means, huh?"

Roman turned away from the small window that I neglected to see. "What's that supposed to mean?" He narrowed his eyes at me as though he was trying to invade my mind again. But he gave up. "How did you get here? Why are you here?"

"I came to apologize," I said, spinning myself in circles on Roman's chair at his desk.

"Apologize?" he frowned. "Oh yeah, for being a dick after I helped you so generously."

I rolled my eyes and thought, Yeah right. "Look, I'm sorry for being a selfish bitch. You didn't deserve how I treated you after you so - how did you put it? - generously helped me out in the material realm."

"I did help you in the material realm. I helped you with everything and you just..."

"I just, what, Roman?" I arched a brow at him. "Why did you help me?"

"Because you couldn't go alone," he said.

"Meg would've gone with me."

"No, she wouldn't. "

"True. But why did you of all feel oblicated to. You didn't need to. You could have done anything else other than help me but you insisted. You tell me it's because I couldn't be alone in the material realm, because it was 'dangerous' and I 'wouldn't last.' But the thing is, you didn't need to." I watched him carefully. Roman avoided eye contact. "You wanted to."

"What are you getting at, Gray?"

"Woah, Gray? Is that your new nickname for me or something? I much rather prefer Meredith. Gray sounds so harsh coming from your mouth." I grimaced. "Like it's a curse or something."

"It is!" Roman blurted out.

"What?"

Roman exhaled deeply. Suddenly there was whispering just outside the bedroom door. Roman panicked and, in an instant, shoved me into the closet, telling me to, "Keep fucking quiet!" and slamming it closed again.

Minutes later, I heard the door open and shuffling, I heard a bed creek and decided to peek out the closet door.

There straddled over Roman was a blond girl in an oversized t-shirt. I didn't know how to react, and then she decided to stick her tongue down his throat. Roman moaned and groaned and, it all just made me physically sick.

"Roman, let's get physical," she cooed. Where the hell was she from the eighties or something? Who says 'let's get physical' anymore? Not even my parents say that. Not that I ever listen to them when they talk about getting 'physical'. That would be weird. Never mention absolutely, horrifyingly gross.

Just when I thought he was going to turn her down - in good graces of me and my virgin eyes - he didn't. He let her grind on top of him.

The blond bombshell smiled seductively down at Roman and said something that made me scream internally, "Now, take off your pants, Roman."

And he did - take off his pants that is.

The dickhead.