Roman’s POV
The second the door clicked shut behind her, I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding.
My hands were still shaking.
She remembered something.
Not all of it. Not everything.
But something.
That look in her eyes when she said, “Help me understand.”
It wasn’t just curiosity. It was recognition. A flicker of the past buried somewhere deep inside her. Somewhere I thought I’d lost forever.
And f**k, it hit me harder than I was ready for.
I sat back down, ran both hands through my hair, and let my head fall into them.
She remembered.
Maybe not the gum I pulled from her hair or the flashlight forts we built in her backyard, but… the feeling. The connection. The ache when we were apart too long. The electricity we never had words for.
And I wanted to be happy.
