Chapter 20: A Train Wreck In Slow Motion

The morning light forced its way into the room, casting that perfect golden glow on everything it touched. Except me. So many memories of us like this, in this position, resurfaced. It was always because I had a breakdown. I'd always come crying to him. And he'd hold me close and never let go until I was fine. Roman never had any of such episodes, he always had his shit together. I was sprawled over him, one leg draped lazily across his waist, my cheek resting against the warm, steady rise and fall of his chest. His arms were still around me, loosely now, like neither of us wanted to be the first to let go. We were both awake. I could feel it in the way his fingers flexed gently against the small of my back, the way his chest tensed beneath me each time I exhaled. But we didn’t say anything. Not for a long, long time. Until I did. "Am I really that difficult to love?" I asked softly, voice barely above a whisper. It wasn’t even meant to be said aloud. Roman stiffened beneath me. “Chloe