sweatinglikesamâ:
closed for @romanâesposito
Sheâd gone and done it again. After many drinks at a family event, because yes, she was still getting invited to family events, she had stumbled to Romanâs room with him. His hands had been everywhere, somehow undoing her bra as he pulled her through the expansive house that she one day thought sheâd be the woman of. And theyâd spent the night together, not getting much sleep, just falling back into old routines.Â
Sam woke up with a sore ass, and Roman still next to her, naked and snoring away. Sighing, she slipped out of bed, searching out her underwear and her dress. If she could be quiet enough, she could get out of here without waking up Roman and having to come up with an excuse to quickly ditch. A slight squishiness in her stomach, and Sam cringed. âFuck you, Roman,â she hissed, realizing the lack of condom from last night. It had been so long, why did they fall back into old routines so easily?Â
If anyone was to blame for this, it was his parents for inviting her in the first place. One drink too many and he was in bed with his ex. Every guyâs worst nightmare. Roman hoped it was a horrible nightmare that didnât come true. He knew that wasnât the case when he woke up the sound of Samâs voice. Covering both of his hands over his face, not because of the irritating hangover he had but because it was his worst fears coming back to haunt him.
âWe already played that game, remember? You lost. Twice.â Sliding out of bed on his side, he pulled on a pair of boxers and shook his head. He hated what his mother would think this would mean, sheâd always had more of a hard-on for Sam than he did. âDonât think this is turning into a drink. We only had sex because we both were wasted. You donât want this and I donât. Letâs get that settled right now.â












