Page 12 of Talk About… Dramay

The next few days, life got in the way, meaning I hadn’t seen Roman since our date. Every day, he sent me good morning texts and continued to text throughout the day.

Of course, I replied every time, and found myself looking at my phone more often than ever.

I’d had a full morning of open houses and finally had a showing with one of my favorite clients. She was an older omega, making sure that her wealth was going to good use, buying homes each time one of her grandsons or granddaughters was old enough to make a choice on one.

I was exhausted, but I couldn’t stomach the thought of going home alone again. It was like I could suddenly see for the first time in my life, and then somebody took away my glasses, and I was left with this dulled version of my former life.

Instead of texting him as soon as I locked up my office and started my walk home, I was dialing Roman’s number.

“Hey, Stormy, I’ve been thinking about you.” My cheeks warmed at the compliment.

“Tell me you’re not busy tonight.” I hadn't meant for it to sound like I was begging but I knew Roman wouldn’t mind.

“I am, but I’d like it more if we were busy tonight.”

“What are we doing?” There was no hesitation in my voice. I wanted to see him, no matter what he already had planned.

“Tonight’s the Outreach art night. I’ve got a spot at the nursing home at six, right after dinner finishes. A few of my students are going to be there, and I was hoping that you would be, too.”

“Count me in. Should I just wear something that can get paint on it?”

“Well, actually...” He trailed off. I finally realized why when I glanced up to see him waiting outside my apartment building.

My smile grew, and I hung up the phone. I found myself rushing forward. Roman was already moving, too, and I jumped into his arms, his hands scooping me up and holding me as I wrapped my legs around him, burying my nose in his neck and breathing him in.

“Is it stupid how much I missed you?” My words were muffled in his neck but he heard me all the same.

“If it is, then we both are. It’s been torture without you, Ori. Pure fucking torture.” He emphasized the last few words, and I let out a happy sigh.

We stood there for a minute, soaking in the physical touch of the other before he spoke again.

“I really need you to go put this on.” I wiggled out of his hold and he put me on the ground before scooping up the bag. I tried to peek inside but he snapped it closed.

“Nope, you have to look at it upstairs, and I want to see what you look like when you get it on.”

Oh… was it that kind of present?I wasn’t mad about it, but it didn’t seem like a Roman thing to do.

“Tell me this isn’t lingerie, because then we are definitely missing that class.” His eyes darkened, and this time his smile was wicked. He brushed a kiss over the corner of my mouth, trailing a ghost of a touch until he landed on my ear.

“It’s not, but now that’s all I’m going to be thinking about tonight.” I blew out a breath and stepped away, not wanting to embarrass myself as I walked into the apartment. Instead, I snagged his wrist and tugged him inside with me.

Roman all but shoved me into the bathroom, laughing at my weak protests. When I finally glanced in the bag, I let out a bark of laughter.

The denim overalls were adorable. I knew they’d be a little bit baggy on me, but he put in a cute white crop top to wear underneath.

I didn’t usually enjoy others picking my clothes out for me, but I’d let Roman get away with it this time. It wasn’t something I would have chosen for myself, but it would be perfect for tonight.

Plus, I barely knew my style anymore. I’d relied on professional attire and whatever fit at home. Maybe I’ve been blending in for far too long.

I didn’t hesitate to shimmy out of the business casual pantsuit I’d been wearing, tossing it into the hamper to deal with later. I tried on the crop top first. It was soft and comfortable, and for once, I found myself not wanting to tug it lower, but to embrace it.

The overalls were the perfect length. They just barely brushed the floor, and when I snapped it over my shoulders, I realized everything fit great. The waist was cinched enough to show the curve of my hips, but the legs were just a little baggy. Iknew I could move around and get them messy without having to worry.

“Are you sure this is going to be okay to wear?”

“Stormy, that sliver of skin that we’ll see is less than you’d show in a swimsuit. I promise you’re going to look amazing.”

I grabbed my brush and pulled my hair into a messy bun, tugging out a few strands to make it look artfully messy. When I was done, I pulled open the door and strutted out to the hallway where he was waiting. I did a little spin and posed for him.