Saved Me

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"We have a date with my parents tonight," Roman told me mid-sip. I nearly spit out drink.

The two of us were at his house, lazily hanging out. We were sitting at his kitchen table while he cooked me lunch.

"Parents?!" I asked, dread washing over me. "But Ro–"

"No buts, I already told your aunt and uncle. You're not getting out of this so dress nicely and I'll pick you up at seven." He leaned over, cupping both my cheeks as he pressed a kiss on the top of my head. "Trust me babygirl, you'll be okay."

Well when you put it that way...

"I'm scared. What if they don't–"

"You've already met my mom and you know she loves you Abbs, stop overthinking this." I sighed in defeat, resting my head on the table in front of me. Roman chuckled, kissing my head before going back to the stove. I nibbled on my lower lip, thinking about all the possibilities that could occur during this date. I shivered involuntarily.

"What do I wear?" I asked him.

"Clothes." I rolled my eyes. I'm dating an idiot.

"What kind? Formal? Semi-formal? Or casual?"

"I guess semi-formal," he mumbled, more to himself than me. I sighed softly, finishing the rest of my drink.

Roman set down two plates of mashed potatoes and 2 minute noodles. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Don't make fun of my cooking," he chided. I simply shook my head, taking small bites of the food. My sickness was slowly deteriorating. I felt much better than I did these past couple of days. Surprisingly enough, Roman didn't get sick. He blamed it on his "immaculate health," as he put it.

My hand instinctively went to clutch my necklace. It was a silver chain with both my parents' wedding rings hanging off of it. I found myself holding it every once in awhile just to make sure it was still there. Wearing them made me feel much closer to them – as silly as that sounds.

After finishing our lunch, we put our dishes in the dishwasher. Roman gripped my waist tightly, digging his face in the back of my shoulder as I leaned against the island. Roman was much more of a cuddler than I was, and that's saying something; but I found it adorable. He gently swayed us side to side, kissing my shoulder. "How do you feel?" he asked, turning me around so I was facing him. He pinned me against the island, his hands on either side of my body.

"Happy," I murmured, caressing his cheek. My fingertips brushed his stray hairs away as he looked at me.

His hands trailed down, cupping my ass as he lifted me up onto the counter. He leaned into me, his lips centimeters away from mine. "How happy?" I nearly shivered at how husky his voice was. He didn't give me a chance to answer.

His lips were on mine almost instantly, kissing me with such passion and ferocity. He gripped me tightly, wrapping my legs around his waist for me. There was absolutely no space in between our bodies. He kissed me with such fervency that it left me breathless. His hands roamed all over my body, igniting my skin in ways I never knew could happen. His teeth sunk into my lower lip gently, tugging it. I cupped both his cheeks, bringing him back immediately. My body was responding to him in ways I couldn't even describe. I wanted – no, needed – his touch, his kisses, him. My body was screaming for more but my lungs were screaming for air. I pulled away but that didn't stop Roman.

His lips trailed down to my neck, kissing and sucking in all the right places. My breathing was rapid and irregular. His fingers slipped underneath my top, digging into the skin of my waist. I could feel him harden through his sweatpants. It made my body react in a foreign way. Our bodies wrapped around each other to the best of our ability. His hands roamed all over my body. His lips kissed, sucked, and nibbled my skin, eliciting moans from my mouth.

He pulled away quickly, breathing just as rapid as I was. "We need to stop," he said breathlessly. "Or else I won't be able to contain myself." His husky voice sent shivers down my back.

"Okay," I whispered raspily, my fingers shaking slightly. He held both my hands, pressing them to his cheeks as he pressed his lips onto mine.

"I need to take a cold shower," he mumbled. I chuckled, unwrapping my legs from his waist. He helped me down and kissed the top of my head.

"I should probably go and get ready," I murmured, checking the time. I had about three hours before Roman would come to pick me up. He pouted, making my insides melt. I held myself back from pinching his cheeks and cooing at him.

"Want me to take you home?" he asked, pulling me to his chest for a tight hug.

"No, I feel like walking."

He sighed softly, lifting my chin to kiss my forehead. His eyes bore into mine so intently, I almost got dizzy. There were so many emotions swirling around in his blue orbs that it made it impossible to read him.

"Call me when you get home, okay?" I nodded, caressing his cheek before standing up on my tip toes to kiss his lips. He gripped my waist suddenly, pulling me back to repeatedly kiss my lips. Some soft, some hard, some sloppy, some neat. My body was overwhelmed and it took everything in me to not tell him that I love him.

Correction: I fucking love him.

A/N: sorry I haven't posted in a while and the fact that it's so short!

The Amber Rose Slut Walk is so important! I've been reading some of the tweets regarding it and most of it is a bunch of butthurt men and old age women complaining and slut-shaming. This event is about reclaiming the word. Why can men have constant sex but women can't? Who are you to shame someone? It's not your body so don't worry about it.

Fuck bigotry.

stay strong xo