76 The good woman

Once the words escaped from Julie's lips, her face turned red, staring back at Roman, who stood outside her window. Her mind and her will was weak when it came to him, craving for his company, and at his question, she had blurted out what she couldn't tell him earlier. 

Roman's eyes looked nothing less to a midnight sky with no stars in them, but there was a gleam in his eyes, a flicker of darkness that lingered behind them. And the way he looked at her right now, it should have scared her, but it didn't. 

He asked her, "You sure about it?"

Roman wanted to hear more than what Julie had uttered. He needed the affirmation so that she wouldn't shy away tomorrow when she was all better. That it wasn't the fever that was talking to him. 

To give her the needed push, he said, "I don't go spending time with anyone when they are sick. This time if I come inside, it would be in a non-friend term. Are you okay with that?"