Ariana’s POV
Saturday morning started with sunlight, soreness, and a silent house.
Roman was gone by the time I opened my eyes. The side of the bed where he’d been was cold. I lay there for a few minutes, tangled in the sheets that still smelled like him, trying to pretend my body wasn’t aching in all the right places.
But it was. God, it was.
Every inch of me remembered him the weight of his hands on my hips, the low growl of his voice in my ear, the way he said my name like it was the only word that mattered.
I showered, dressed in soft leggings and a hoodie that definitely wasn’t mine one of Roman’s, still carrying his scent and texted Lana.
"You still wanna meet at the library today?"
"I'm already there, bring coffee. I need brain fuel and drama updates" she texted back almost i
