Julie's legs were entwined with Roman's legs, and one of her hands was playing with the back of his hair while he had buried his head under her chin. His nose tickled the skin on her neck, and a breathy air passed through her lips. His jet black hair was soft, and she weaved her fingers through them over and over again.
After spending their time passionately, they now quietly laid in the bed, with a blanket covering their bodies.
"Rome," Julie whispered his name, but hearing no answer from him, she presumed he had fallen asleep.
