Unravel by Samantha Romero Page A

ray full of smiles, and I started to laugh.
     
    He sat up, looking annoyed. “What?”
     
    I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. “You’ve just got such balls.”
     
    He looked down at his rippling body and smirked. “Yeah I guess I do, don’t I? This is for you, Siena,” and he stretched out, handing me the rose. “I picked one up on the way back here as I didn’t want you to start getting withdrawal symptoms, not having them delivered daily.”
     
    I hung my head, trying to hide my guilt as I looked down at the deep red petals, my face turning the same color.
     
    “What are you looking like that for?” He chuckled at my obvious self-consciousness.
     
    I kept looking down, trying to avoid his eyes. “I think you would stop sending them, if you knew what I did to them, Danny.”
     
    His eyes twinkled, amused by my reaction as he rested on his elbows continuing to study me. “Whattcha do to them?”
     
    Gaining courage, I looked at him cheekily. “You really wanna know?”
     
    He flexed his muscles as he rolled onto his stomach, still watching me with delight.
     
    I walked to the kitchen and started opening the drawers, searching for some scissors. Finding some, I smiled widely and said, “Watch.”
     
    With one chop the rose head fell to the ground and rolled across the carpet.
     
    He gasped and then smiled. “You are brutal, Siena!”
     
    I ran my tongue between my teeth as I nodded.
     
    “I don’t think I should be lying here so exposed—you’re making me feel a little vulnerable, miss.”
     
    I grinned, laughing at his expression.
     
    “Did you really do that to all the roses I sent you?”
     
    I nodded sighing, “Every single one… apart from the first.”
     
    He stood up and walked towards me, his broad shoulders defined even more by the light. “You’re so hard to please, Siena, but you can’t blame me for trying.” Picking me up, he carried me back to the bed where he started to undress me, one layer at a time.
     
    ***
     
    For the next four days we screwed like it was our duty to populate the planet. Here we were in such a beautiful city, which I had originally been keen to explore, and yet we hardly saw the light of day.
     
    We would only emerge from our lust-filled spell to re-fuel on French cuisine by wandering down to Côté Parvis for breakfast. As the sun went down, the Hilton’s staff would see another glimmer of us resurfacing for air at the Tangerine Bar, when our stomachs started screaming and we knew we could no longer put off the obvious.

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    I stepped out of the bathroom a nd looked over at him. He was still lying on the bed, reading the newspaper as the sunlight dripped across the luxurious bedding. “What day is it, Danny? I have no idea anymore—it’s like we’ve been in another universe for the last ninety-six hours.”
     
    He chuckled as he watched me towel drying my hair. “You’ve only been counting the hours, darlin’? I’ve been counting the seconds.”
     
    I sighed as I playfully chucked a feather pillow in his face and then delved into my suitcase for some clothes. “What am I going to wear?”
     
    “Do I get a say in this?” he asked, his eyes drinking me in as I leaned over the suitcase, barely covered in my kimono.
     
    I smiled, turning to see his cheeky grin as he watched me. “I know what you’re going to say.”
     
    We both chimed in at the same time: “Nothing!”
     
    My eyes turned to the clock hanging on the wall as I pulled my sweater over my head and finished doing up my jeans. It was now 2:30 p.m. and my train would be leaving at four. Reality suddenly hit me like a wooden plank across the back of the head. I rushed back into the bathroom where I fumbled to brush my teeth, realizing that Paris was about to go straight down the plughole along with the remains of my toothpaste.
     
    Walking back into the bedroom, I stood and took one last look at him. I knew that I would never see him like this again. I sighed