Chapter 7 - Hana
HANA
I stepped out of the car, slipping off Roman’s jacket and placing it on the passenger seat. I shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold; it was from the loss of his scent that clung to the collar. I had no clue what it was, but I wanted to bathe in it so I could smell it forever.
“I’ll wait till you get inside,” Roman informed me, his face serious and his jaw tense, so I knew there was no point arguing. “I’m being polite,” he added. “I don’t want to get up tomorrow and find you’ve been torn apart by a wolf or a moose.”
“Do you get many wolves or moose out here?” I asked on a laugh.
He shrugged before offering me a wink, and I wondered if he’d think less of me if I climbed back into the car and demanded he take care of me by fucking me and filling me with his cum.
Probably.
“Night, Roman.”
“Night.”
I turned and walked the short distance down the path to my front door, trying not to trip over the overgrown weeds that needed cutting back. Another thing to add to my to-do list for this house.
When I reached my front door, the security light came on, and I opened my purse to reach for my keys. Fuck. I cursed internally, remembering I’d planned to get a cab home from Amber’s after the club. I’d left my keys there, so I didn’t lose them like I’d done in the past when I got too drunk.
I let my head slump against the door, the shots I’d consumed earlier suddenly making me want to turn around and ask Roman for help, but what was the point of my ‘I don’t need saving’ speech if I then needed to be saved?
Glancing back, I could sense him staring, even though I couldn’t see his expression beyond the glare of his headlights.
Turning my body so he couldn’t see my party trick, I pulled the jewel-encrusted barrette from my hair.
Slipping it into the lock, I wiggled it until I felt the bite of the binding pin, followed by the click of the lock releasing.
I pressed the handle, and the door opened, so I turned and offered Roman a finger wave before I stepped inside.
I slumped back against the wood, letting out a sigh, unsure how a complete stranger was getting under my skin so easily.
I woke with a dry mouth, my head throbbing.
I pushed myself up, groaning at the idea of having to walk to the kitchen for water, but then the full glass on the bedside table caught my eye.
I didn’t remember filling one last night, but a lot of shots passed my lips, so maybe drunk Hana was trying to take care of mildly hungover Hana, and I thanked her for it as I downed the water, humming with happiness as it hit my throat, quenching my thirst.
When the glass was empty, I placed it down and fell back against my pillows, pulling up the layers of blankets I had on the bed to ward off the cold, muttering to myself about how I needed to get someone in to look at my boiler.
I sucked in a deep breath, noticing that Roman’s scent hung heavy in the air, like it was still clinging to my skin and hair.
Every breath I took reminded me of him. His huge body, his dominant presence, the tattoos that covered his neck and hands, and, I guessed, a lot more of his body.
It had been so long since I’d been with a man. I’d had dates over the years. I’d had sex too, but no one seemed interested in coming back for more. I seemed to repel men, and I wasn’t sure if it was my fierce independence, my requests in the bedroom, or just the fact that I was really shit in bed.
Aware I was about to spiral into a place I didn’t want to go, I threw back the covers.
“Motherfucker, this place is fucking freezing,” I yelled as I ran from my room to the bathroom, hoping the hot water was working so I could warm up.