Roman would never admit he missed you, he didn't. He didn't care, it wasn't his job anymore. He just thought about you, a lot. He didn't care where you were, who you went home to, he just couldn't get you out of his mind. Your relationship was doomed from the start, you both jumped in headfirst, and got burned on the way out. Roman wasn't cut out for the commitment, and you didn't know him deeply enough to know that his commitment issues were just a cover up for the pain he was secretly in.

He hadn't seen you since the day it ended, until the night of Halloween. His eyes found you the second he walked in to the party Peter dragged him to, seeing you sat up on the kitchen counter. Your feet dangling off the side, as your head tilted back, laughing at something one of your friends said. Blissfully aware of your ex-boyfriend's presence, as he worked his way through drinks with Peter.

Spilling beer on your friends as he pushes through them to get to you, not that he cared. He never did like your friends, not like Roman liked most people, but still. His body almost in between your legs, as your eyes met his for the first time in months. He doesn't even speak, for a second, his hands either side of your thighs, almost touching you.

"I think I miss you," Roman mumbles, his eyes slightly darkened as they bore into yours. Pushing himself closer to you, stood directly between your legs now, his chest almost flush to yours. "I can't get you out my damn head."