Chapter 60: Chapter 60

I wasn't sure if what I was doing was right or wrong. But I knew one thing for sure – I was enjoying the moment, and I didn't want it to end. I wanted to be like this forever.

How could I not love this moment, lying in the bed with one person I'd loved more than any other? My queen sized bed felt smaller, but in a good way, as we were face to face with our eyes closed. I couldn't help but smile as I felt his hand move gently from my waist to my back, pulling me closer. What he did made my heart flutter.

My eyelids fluttered open, and I was met with a pair of forest green eyes, already staring at me.

I narrowed my eyes on him. "I thought we were closing our eyes," I accused him.

"You were looking at me too," Romeo replied with a chuckle in his voice.

I didn't say anything. I just smiled.

His warm chuckle made my heart melt. I wanted nothing more than to hear that sound again. He was so adorable.

"Ivy," Romeo called my name, softly.

I lifted my gaze to meet his. I could see the turmoil in his eyes. Maybe, he was finally ready to share his thoughts with me.

"I love you, Ivy. I really do," He began, his voice quiet but clear. "I've given up a lot of things to be worthy of your love. I love how innocent and pure you are, and I don't want anything to ruin that. I want to be the one to keep you that way. I tried so hard to become the person you deserve."

He stopped, his eyes never leaving mine.

My heart was beating so fast, and I had a million questions on the tip of my tongue, but I held my breath, knowing that I should not interrupt.

I listened to the steady beat of his heart, his chest rising and falling with every breath. My head felt heavy on his chest as I waited for him to say something, anything.

The silence felt crushing, so I finally spoke up. "Why did you break up with me, Romeo? If you love me, as you say, why can't we be together?" I asked.

His grip on my waist tightened. " Damn! Do you want to be someone with no ambitions? Someone whose family is in shambles? Do you really think that is what's best for you?" He fired question after question at me.

I pulled away from his embrace and sat up, forcing him to do the same. Now, we were sitting on the bed, facing each other.

"You told me you wanted to change for me. You would make yourself better. What happened to that? We can make this work. I know we can." I retorted.

Romeo threaded his fingers through his jet black hair. Then, slowly, he raised his hands to cup my face, his eyes locked on mine. "Ivy, you're a good girl. You're too good for me. You have everything. Everything I don't have. You have dreams and goals. You have a mother that loves you. I am not the right person for you. I can't even make myself happy. How would I make you - "

I could feel the tears building in my eyes as he spoke. I didn't want to hear another word. Without another thought, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, cutting him off before he could finish his sentence. His green eyes went wide for a moment, then softened as his arms came around me, pulling me close as he kissed me back. His lips were warm and gentle against mine, and I felt a surge of joy at being able to control this moment.

Romeo broke the kiss, our lips parting as we drew away from each other. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled off my t-shirt, leaving me in my bra. I waited, watching him carefully, curious about what he was going to do next. He pressed his lips on my right cheek, before unhooking my bra and it fell straight on the bed.

I didn't stop him while he did that. I didn't try to cover myself with my arms. I didn't know why I felt so safe with him.

"You look so beautiful," Romeo whispered, then went ahead to kiss my breasts one after the other.

When he placed one of my nipples in his mouth, I felt a tingle shoot through me, something I hadn't expected. He gazed at me for a while before sucking my nipple, while cupping the other.

Romeo gave a lopsided smile. He reached for my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. What game was he playing? He sucked my boobs and wore my t-shirt for me.

I was still wrestling with my thoughts when he pushed me gently against the headboard and locked his lips on mine. I was trying to process what he was doing when he grabbed both of my hands with one of his hands and put them high against the headboard.

I had no control over what he was doing. That was total dominance and I was turned on by it. I felt his other hand under my t-shirt, playing with my boobs.

"Romeo," I moaned.

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I opened my eyes to a ray of sunlight streaming through the window, brightening the room. I blinked my eyelashes rapidly and turned to the other side of the bed, searching for Romeo. But, he wasn't here. Where was he? I fumbled for my phone on the bedside table and turned it on. There was a text from Joey, explaining that she couldn't give me a ride to school.

My eyes widened. I overslept! I should have been in school by now. It was almost 9pm.

Romeo must have been up early and left for home. I wished he had woken me up instead of leaving without saying anything. I hurried to the bathroom, splashing water on my face and brushing my teeth in record time. I had to be in school, and fast. I barely had time to pull on some clothes and grab my schoolbag. I ran out the door, catching a cab and instructing the driver to drive as fast as possible. The ride to school was a blur, but one question kept running through my mind - where was my mom? I thought she would be back early this morning.

I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding when I reached my classroom door. I was right on time. The room was noisy, the teacher not having arrived yet. I sank into an empty seat near the back, feeling dozens of eyes on me. I recognized none of these people, but they all seemed to know me. Well, I was dating the school bad boy. That was enough reason for everyone to know who I was. Just thinking about Romeo made my cheeks turn pink. Images of our hot makeout the night before filled my mind.

I tried to focus on my notes as I waited for the teacher to arrive, but the whispers from the girls beside me were distracting. I didn't mean to listen in, but I couldn't help but notice when they mentioned Romeo.

"I heard you mention Romeo," I said, clearing my throat to get their attention. "What's going on with him?"

The girls eyed me, but one of them answered. "Romeo just asked Samantha to go to prom with him," she uttered. "Rumor has it, he bought her an expensive necklace."

My eyelids dropped. Romeo had spent the night with me, and I had thought that maybe, just maybe, we would start over again. Why would he ask Samantha out to prom? Was he playing me? Had last night meant nothing to him?