Ariana's POV
I woke up warm.
Arms around me. A chest behind me. A soft, steady heartbeat thumping under my cheek.
Roman.
The scent of his skin wrapped around me mint, pine, heat, and something darker. Familiar now. Addictive. The sheets were still tangled from last night. My body still ached from how he’d taken me.
Fucked me.
Loved me?
No.
No, he hadn’t said that.
Not yet.
But he held me like he did. Touched me like I was precious.
And I didn’t want to move.
I just wanted to stay wrapped up in him, in this bubble we’d built, hidden away from everything else.
But reality didn’t wait long.
A loud bang at the front door snapped me fully awake.
Roman groaned behind me, dragging a hand down his face. “Who the hell…”
The front door opened.
Voices filled the house.
Familiar. Too
