Roman's POV
She was still asleep.
Her skin was warm against mine, her breathing slow and steady, her face relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen in weeks. The morning light slipped in through the curtains and painted her in gold.
I watched her for a long time.
I wasn’t supposed to stay. I had told myself I’d leave after the shower, that I’d keep some distance, give her space. But the moment I picked her up and laid her on the bed, something inside me shattered.
I couldn’t walk away from her again.
Not after last night.
Not after hearing her say stay.
I didn’t deserve her. Not after the things I’d done. Not after the lies I’d let pile between us. But still, when she looked at me like that—like I was the only thing keeping her world from falling apart—I stayed.
And now I was here. Staring a
