Roman
“I wanted to talk to you,” Honey said, twirling her hair and chewing her lower lip. She looked so cute in lavender-colored satin pajamas and fluffy slippers. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, making her eyes seem so much wider.
So f*****g cute.
I stepped to the side, letting her into my bedroom. Even with all the stress, I was a neat freak. I couldn’t control much, but I could control my surroundings. When Honey walked past me, I could smell the shampoo in her hair, even the cocoa butter lotion she used.
Her cheeks were pink. Always pink.
Ever since she came to the vineyard, I noticed that she showed more skin than she did on her college campus. There, she would always wear thick sweaters as if she was trying to hide under those layers, but here, she didn’t
