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The party outside suddenly increased in voluh the stereo at a deafening decibel count Root up to check out the co a blanket of the drunken students dancing andout in force

Warm breath fanned past my ear and red-hot frissons trickled down my spine Rome laid his chin ononna be all kinds a’ aard climbin’ down your balcony into that mosh pit"

My eyes widened and my pulse raced "People will talk, Rome"

He peppered kisses across ht, he was always touching me in some small way "Then let ‘em talk I don’t care"

"But I do I don’t want them to think I’m just another one of your floozies I’er "They wouldn’t fkin’ dare think that I’d make sure of it"

"Would you?"

His bulky ar me to his chest, his mouth flush to my ear "Don’t mistake yourself for one of the others, Mol You’re ladly convince anyone who thinks otherwise"

"Why aive et me; no one has before It’s that simple"

A burst of pure happiness directly hitacross Romeo’s cheek "You… you can stay here if you’d like But… just to sleep, to avoid having to answer people’s questions"

Roroaned "Fuck, I’d like that, Mol, probably too da backwards, Rome led me into my room I closed the purple drapes and moved nervously towards my bed I watched as he crossed his ar a tattooed large black A on his left pectoral n for Alabas and I shuffled on the mattress as I ad was a beautiful calligraphy script running down his ribs on his right-hand side, too co turned shallow as his hands snapped open the top button of his low jeans, highlighting his hard stomach and his defined V The heavy material dropped to the floor and Rome walked towards me, dressed only in his black boxer briefs--boxer briefs that highlighted his thick hs and the fact that he was fairly excited about our newfound closeness A third tattoo lay on his hip, in the ale script read One Day My curiosity was piqued

Romeo reached the side of hs to clench at the sheer need accosting my body He climbed in and his scent hit me like a ton of bricks: sensual, fresh, and sexy as hell I lay on , unsure about how to proceed He placed his arainst my back and the slow motion movement of his hips caused me to moan out loud

Rome tucked his head into the spot below et outta control I only have so much restraint"

"O-okay," I replied breathlessly, and I placed ht, Shakespeare," he ht, Ro a strand to drape over my chest "I actually like the sound of ht would happen I think it’s the English accent It sounds all proper, like the way Shakespeare intended No one calls me Romeo, has ever called me Romeo I don’t allow it But weirdly, I like it when you do"

I tried to turn, but his ar our intertwined hands instead, lilting, "What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d"

Romeo exhaled a sharp hiss frohs "Don’t… please…"

"Why don’t you allow it?" I asked tentatively, pushing back against hisstory"

"We have time"

"Not now," he said with finality in his tone and a squeeze of his ar my skin as he rocked even closer