Roman's POV
The sky was still dark when I opened my eyes.
No alarm. No sound. Just instinct.
Ariana’s body was curled beside mine, her breath soft and steady against my chest. The sheets were twisted between us, damp with sweat and heat from the night before.
I stared at the ceiling for a long second, my heart still beating slow and heavy in my chest not from fear… but from her. From the way she let me touch her last night. From how she looked at me, like she was drowning but still held onto me anyway.
I still couldn’t believe it.
She didn’t say she forgave me. Hell, she didn’t even say she loved me. But she let me in. She let me have her again — not just her body, but something deeper. Something even more dangerous.
She needed me last night.
And I worshipped her.
Every second of
