Ariana’s POV
The house was Quiet.
Roman’s breathing was steady behind me, one strong arm wrapped around my waist like I was something fragile he didn’t want to lose in the night. The sheets were tangled around us, my bare back against his warm chest, and I could still feel him between my thighs even after everything we’d done.
But I couldn’t sleep.
Not when I kept thinking about him.
About the way he’d touched me.
About how good it felt to finally have all of him.
And maybe… maybe I wanted to return the favor.
I turned slowly in his arms, careful not to wake him but the second I moved, his hand gripped my waist tighter.
“Ari…” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.
I kissed his chest. “Shh. Go back to sleep.”
He didn’t.
His eyes cracked open, heavy with heat. “What are you doing?
