Stolen Hearts

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Isabel

I stand at the kitchen counter, idly stirring the coffee in the mug I’m holding. It’s been four days since our date. As I have been doing for the past hour, I replay the evening in my head again.

Involuntarily, goosebumps rise all over my skin when I remember the last few minutes, just before Roman had left.

I tap the spoon slightly against the inside of the mug and then place it in the sink. My parents are out for the day already and I have to leave for classes in a few minutes but I’m in no hurry. A warmth creeps up my spine when I let my mind go back to the memory of having Roman kiss me goodbye.

I can still feel the way my fingers had curled into the material of his shirt, one hand holding on to his jacket, while his arms had been around my waist, holding me securely. I liked how he was almost a foot taller than me and I had to stand on my toes if I wanted to reach his mouth. But I could reach his neck quite easily and when he had hugged me, I fitted perfectly, my head tucked underneath his chin.

I had wished that our date wouldn’t end at all. It had been so perfect.

I took a sip of the hot liquid and went back through the living room, heading for the stairs to get dressed for school. With a few assignments due, we hadn’t really gotten time to hang out for longer than a short while but Roman always made sure that he was waiting for me outside class when we didn’t share it so we could have lunch together.

The staring still continued, like people couldn’t actually believe we were dating. It might have annoyed me before but now, having the chance to spend time with the only boy I’ve ever loved made everything else seem small and insignificant, not worthy of me fretting over it.

I finished my coffee in the next few minutes while making sure I had my books packed and ready to go. Pulling on a pretty shirt that highlighted my eyes, and a pair of snug jeans, I slipped on a pair of stud earrings this time and then got ready to leave.

I had homework due today and I’d spent the last night working on it studiously. While Roman and I texted a bit, we didn’t do it a whole lot which should have surprised me, but it didn’t. It just made every time I saw him at school even better.

We hadn’t really kissed since our date. While Roman always kissed my cheek each time he saw me for the first time in the day, we hadn’t done anything more except holding hands. It felt like an itch underneath my skin that I couldn’t reach.

I couldn’t deny the fact that I wanted it badly. I wanted to make out again, the way we had the last time but along with that, maybe take it a bit further. Part of me knew it might be too soon to take things so fast, but my reckless side wished for more. I sighed, realizing that I had to be patient. If we were going to do this right, it was important to build a solid foundation before things got any more physical.

I shook my head when I realized that we had already crossed that line. We’d made out on our very first date, and then orgasmed too. My cheeks heated at that. I was positive that didn’t usually happen on a first date.

Ignoring the pulse beginning in my lower belly, I got inside my truck and then was on my way to school.

Roman had texted me this morning that he had to go in early and would come see me at lunch. He’d included a heart emoji at the end of his message and my own had melted.

I’d responded in kind and then had a smile on my face for the next twenty minutes.

Pulling into a parking space, I shouldered my bag and hopped out, heading toward the building. The entire area was full with students milling around. I glanced around, noting a few familiar faces. I’d gotten here just in time.

“Look who’s trying to look sexy.”

The adolescent voice at my right made me turn my head. Delilah stood there, leaning against her car, her arm around her current flavor of the month. Clare stood next to her, with a couple of other girls from class, who were all beginning to snicker.

When she saw she had my attention, she smirked, “And failing miserably.”

She was just looking to get a rise out of me. I looked back at the building before me, ignoring her. Unsurprisingly, she began walking behind me.

“I wonder what Roman sees in her.” She continued. “Maybe she spreads her legs too quickly,” she attempted a stage whisper and in my chest, my heart skipped a beat painfully. Fuck.

“Say, Isabel, did you let Roman fuck you yet?” Her voice was loud in the din of the parking lot.

A chorus of giggles erupted behind me.

Just a few more seconds, Isabel. Just a few more steps.

I could see the doors a few feet away from me.

I clenched my jaw, working hard to keep my expression neutral. Like it didn’t affect me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw heads turn to me, people were beginning to stare.

Don’t let her get to you.

I repeated the statement in my head like a mantra.

As though my prayers had just been answered, I saw Roman step into the hallway behind the closed doors, his head bent over his phone.

My heart skipped a beat for a whole new reason.

“Or maybe, she’s the one trying to get into his pants! Lover girl has been panting after him for years now,” Delilah shouted behind me.

In my pocket, my phone buzzed.

Hey, are you here?

I smiled at the screen, typing out a response.

Look to your left.

I watched as he read the message and then looked up, his eyes searching. Then his gaze found me and the smile that lit up his face made my heart feel better.

I pulled open the door.

“Later, slut!” Delilah giggled. I was glad I couldn’t see her face right now.

Roman’s brows came down in confusion.

I hoped he hadn’t heard that.

He made his way to me through the throng of students in his path. I was smiling now, so happy to see him. When I neared him, he grabbed my hand, taking it in his. Then before I knew what was happening, he leaned in and placed a kiss right on my mouth.

I stared at him when he pulled back way too quickly than I’d liked.

“Hey.” He grinned at me.

“Hey.” I said softly, wanting his mouth again, my eyes zeroing in on his lips. He chuckled and drew me in to him, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“I missed you.” He said slowly, watching me.

I slipped my arm around his waist. “I missed you too.”

Leaning in, he dropped a soft kiss on the top of my head.

“Do you have Biology today?”

I nodded, “Yes.”

“Sit with me?”

I smiled, “You know I will.”

“My parents are taking Mandy to my cousins place tomorrow evening. They’ll be staying over for the weekend.” His voice was low, soft.

My grip on his waist tightened.

“That’s nice.” I struggled to seem nonchalant about it.

He was silent for a long moment as we made our way to our lockers.

“Do you want to watch a movie tomorrow? At my place?”

YES!

I looked up at him, seeing that he was already staring at me. Delilah’s hurtful words evaporated from my mind. “I’d love that.”

“I bought you chocolate chip cookies.” I continued, resting my head against his shoulder for a moment.

He looked down at me, squeezing my shoulder. His body was warm, firm and felt too fucking good to let go. I wanted to skip school and go away with him. Anywhere we could be alone.

“Thank you, Isabel.”

I felt my ears get hot when he said my name like that. For my ears alone.

We had reached our lockers and were the only ones there right then.

Feeling bold, I looked up at him and swallowed. “Maybe you could thank me properly tomorrow.” I watched his eyes widen slightly. “A kiss for a cookie.” My heart thundered in my chest.

Roman’s eyes went a shade darker.

He leaned in even closer, and looked at my mouth. “I sincerely hope you bought me plenty of them.” His voice was low and rough and the pulse between my legs returned. God, I was so needy right now.

“I made sure I did.” I murmured softly.

His eyes sparkled with a smile. Then he surprised me again when he bent his head to kiss my jaw. I tightened my fingers around him. “Can you give me a ride home today?”

“Absolutely.” I say, happy once again.

He held me a moment longer like he didn’t want to let me go.

“I guess I get to see you at lunch now?” He asked, reaching out to smooth out the hair at my temple.

I nodded, shifting so I was in front of him with my hands on his waist.

“Alright,” he sighed and gave me another kiss on my forehead before walking me to my class.

This day was going to be amazing.

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