Ariana's POV
I didn’t even remember when I’d fallen asleep.
One moment, I was curled up on the couch, Roman’s voice low in my ears… and the next, I was waking up to the faint hum of silence.
Only, it wasn’t really silent.
There was a sound—a soft, rhythmic sizzling. And an incredible smell.
I blinked my eyes open, squinting at the dim light filtering through the curtains.
This… wasn’t my bed.
The sheets were cooler than they should’ve been, but they smelled like him—clean, masculine, and maddeningly warm. I sat up slowly, my hair a mess, my limbs heavy from sleep. My bare toes touched the wooden floor, and the faint aroma of something rich and savory drifted through the air again, pulling me out like a string around my finger.
Following it, I padded down the hall, the scent growing
