Roman’s POV
Her body was soft under mine, trembling, warm despite the cold rain still clinging to my skin.
She wasn’t pushing me away.
She wasn’t saying no.
She was looking at me like I still mattered like I wasn’t too late.
Her hands slipped beneath my soaked shirt, fingers brushing over my ribs like she was memorizing what heartbreak felt like.
“You’re wet,” she whispered against my mouth, her voice barely there. As she touched my clothes
My skin.
“You make me that way,” I smirked, trying to lighten it but my voice cracked halfway through.
Because this wasn’t just lust anymore.
It never f*****g was.
“I thought I lost you,” I admitted, pressing my forehead to hers.
“You almost did,” she whispered.
Her confession punched the air out of my lungs.
I slid my hands up her thighs
