Ariana’s POV
The music throbbed beneath my feet as Roman led me through the crowd, his hand gripping mine like he didn’t trust the world not to steal me away. The tension in his jaw. The fire in his eyes. He hadn’t cooled down. Not one bit.
Not after the dance. Not after the kiss. Not after Maddi.
The house blurred around me as he dragged me up the stairs, ignoring the laughter, the music, the people whispering our names. His fingers never loosened, even as we passed Lana and Alex, who exchanged wide-eyed glances but said nothing.
He kicked open a bedroom door like he owned the whole damn house and pulled me in.
Slammed it shut. Locked it.
Then he turned.
I barely had time to gasp before he had me pressed against the door, his body caging mine, heat rolling off him in waves.
“Roman
