Roman’s POV
I knew I was f****d the second I saw her smile at her phone.
That kind of smile the low one, the flustered one, like someone just said something they shouldn’t have but she liked it anyway.
I was halfway down the hall, hoodie in hand, coffee cooling in the other, when she let out that soft little laugh.
I stopped in my tracks.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, tone clipped.
She looked up fast, like I’d caught her doing something dirty. Her eyes widened slightly guilty. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just Alex being Alex.”
Alex?
"You have his number?"
I blinked.
Her phone was still in her hand.
She didn’t move to turn the screen.
“Let me see.”
She hesitated.
And that was all it took.
I stepped forward, snatched the phone out of her hand, and read the message.
> Alex: Damn, Ari
