Before worrying about whether I was the reason he was upset about something, I really ought to reassess what he just said to me. 'What I want will come in time'? What kind of bullshit answer was that? Why was it so hard to just answer my questions? It wasn't like it'd kill him to be a bit more straightforward, would it?
I just wish I understood what was going on in his head to think that any of this was alright. Following me, getting me into his car, taking me to dinner - Wait, this really sounded more like a date than a beast pouncing upon his prey. Shouldn't I be in the trunk, tied up and drugged or something? Not that I'm not grateful that I'm safe though. My fingers tightened at the edge of his coat and I turned my head to look out of the window as we began to move with the flow of traffic again. I had to come up with a question he couldn't refuse, however he spoke up before I had the chance to think of one.
"I've only just realized I haven't told you my name. I apologize for my indiscretion. My name is Roman Hemming." He said but looked a little amused upon saying his last name. That was weird. It didn't ring any bells though and I just nodded weakly. "Right. Roman." I uttered quietly but felt a small tingle brush down my spine after saying his name out loud. I didn't usually get the chills by just saying someone's name, but it was kind of nice. I mouthed his name silently a few more times as I glanced out of the window but upon peering back at him from the corner of my eye, I noticed his ears had turned a bit red. Strange.
It was now that he brought the car nearly to a stop before making a right turn into the limited parking lot of a /very/ upscale restaurant. It was so fancy that it didn't even have a sign on the building. There was a valet stand but from where I was, I couldn't even make out the restaurant name due to the weird font. Later on I'll come to realize it was nothing more than a series of numbers, '214'. Why the hell would you name your swanky eatery that? I didn't get rich people sometimes.
Roman pulled the car up to the Valet stand and I reached down to start picking up my stuff. I had half a mind still to just walk away and head for the nearest bus stop. I hadn't expected him to open up the door for me though and then hold a hand out to /help/ me. He was acting as if I was some fair maiden who needed assistance dismounting her carriage. Now it was my turn to feel heat in my ears and I turned a little in the leather-clad seat to look at him. "Are you sure this is alright? I saw a bus stop on the way here. I'm not exactly dressed for the occasion." He reminded him. It looked as if he was going to consider what I said for a moment before he smirked in a way that took my breath away.
Why was he able to do so much by doing so little? I'd never felt this way about anyone before. I can't say I've ever dated, but I barely knew him. Why was he able to coax me into following him here so easily? And why did it feel regrettable that I couldn't buy a drink yet at my age because I just wanted an excuse for him to have take me home too?
"It's fine. If you're with me no one will bother us about it. It's alright for you to just be yourself. It's all I'd ever want from you" This disgustingly handsome man said in a way that could make anyone believe him. He had such a strong exterior yet acted so warmly. He seemed confident as well, but why? Then again if I took another look at his car I would remember that he was no ordinary person. Who was he then if he was that important?
"I... I guess It'll be alright. But if It's a problem, I'll go." I said and moved to lift myself out of the car. He was faster than I was though and despite my obvious attempt to avoid the help, he instead stole one of my hands and pulled me out of the car. It looked like he'd barely moved but even still, he was able to pull me up from my seat and practically into his arms as I lost my footing.
I should have felt embarrassed or bothered by the fact I just fell on another grown man, but this was kind of... Nice. I was aware he'd just loosely wrapped his arms around me but I didn't really care to stop him. Roman was /so/ warm and he had such a calming scent. I was probably seconds away from pressing myself closer to him when I felt his hands begin to knead my lower back gently. Heat formed in the pit of my stomach and I bit back a small gasp from the sudden and somewhat-intimate action. It felt far better than it really should have, considering I felt sparks shooting down my legs and my heart beginning to race. The most concerning thing about this whole thing was that I wasn't sure if my gasp was from surprise or excitement I was feeling.
"Why..?" I breathed out absently as I failed to keep my thoughts inward which caused Roman chuckled softly. It would be a lie if I said my head wasn't spinning right now. It was all honestly a bit overwhelming but I felt as if I would be willing to endure it as long as he was able to hold me up. That man looked at me as if watching something entertaining before leaning down. I could feel his lips brush against my left ear and unconsciously I ended up biting my lower lip slightly. I could feel my hands tighten around the fabric of his suit from the attention and my back arched ever so faintly in his grasp. Saying this was embarrassing was an understatement. Here I am, /squirming/ in his arms just because he's trying to tell me something?
"I feel the same thing as you, Aiden - I'd much rather take you home with me right now than waste our time eating. But this is a... Delicate situation which I shall explain to you inside." Is what he said to me in a hushed voice. I could feel the heat of his breath against my ear and it was like I'd gotten the wind knocked out of me. The worrying thing was that I wanted more. Seeing him stand up straight again left a sense of loss dwelling inside of me and it took every fiber or my being to try and get a grip of myself. We were in public, we are basically strangers, and I was /hopelessly/ attracted to him. Getting close to him would be bad, wouldn't it?
But it sounded like he understood what I Was feeling considering it wasn't exactly normal to say that to someone else and not expect any negative repercussions. Yet again he was so confident in his observations - It was almost annoying that he was right. Holy shit. "Come on, our table is waiting." Roman said and moved an arm away from me so that I could start walking towards the front door. I watched him toss his key to the valet from the corner of my eye but also noticed he apparently intended to keep his other arm around me as we moved.
The only thing I can honestly say about this moment was this:
I'm /really/ glad he let me borrow his coat. My own wouldn't have been long enough to hide the problem I'm having right now.