Roman had been off the phone with the FBI agent for nearly fifteen minutes. The two of us just sat in silence together as we each pondered over what the man on the phone asked Roman to do.
Before long, and after the sun had risen high enough to bear down on us, Roman cleared his throat and turned me to face him. I relented against him a bit, knowing what it would mean to face him and the situation that now presented itself to us.
I held fast against his grip and the way he tried to move me. Instead I just shut my eyes and pushed my face into his neck, where I tried to pretend that nothing the FBI agent on the phone had told us within the past ten minutes had happened.
It was a somewhat childish thing to do, I knew that, but I wanted to do it anyway. If I could only just steal a few more moments with him, where we were at peace and nothing wrong was going on in the world, I would.
