But none of us would.
She'd have chosen a short number of blissful years over fifty years of mediocre ones.
I would make the same choice.
But would Romy?
That was the question.
And it seemed far too soon to demand those kinds of answers.
For all I knew, all this was to her was a fling, a way to pass the time, a little anxiety relief in a stressful time.
Maybe she had no intentions of considering something lasting, regardless of how much I wanted that.
"Fuck," I sighed, pushing off the railing, turning away from the water.
It had been a long day.
And there was a lot to think about.
r /> But I didn't want to think.
I wanted to go home.
I wanted to pull Romy up against me, and lose myself in her for a couple of hours.
I wanted to be a selfish bastard for a little while longer, to take her time, to have her by my side.
There would be time to think deep thoughts tomorrow.
And there would be time for decision making at some point down the road.
So I went home.
I got lost in Romy.
She got lost in me.
We got lost in each other.
And everything else fell away.
I couldn't have known that night that those moments were the last carefree ones we would have for a long time.
Had I known what was coming the next day, I might have never climbed out of bed the next morning.
But climb out I did...
Chapter Fifteen
Romy
Everyone knew.
That was what Luca had told me in bed the night before, his fingers sifting in and out between mine, the sweetest gesture I think I had ever experienced before. It was almost like he couldn't get enough of watching our hands together.
Or, of course, that was my wishful thinking, my fanciful heart playing tricks on me.