Rose slept soundly after her 3 am nightmare. Indeed, after Roman conceded to her wishes and allowed her to peek into his past, she fell asleep promptly. Surprisingly, seeing his gun left her feeling safe. Safer than ever. And no more nightmares dared to plague her.
She came to the feeling of someone caressing her face gently. She swatted at his hand, which earned her a deep heartfelt chuckle, and the sound was like melody to her ears.
Soon enough, she stirred awake, first opening her left eye tentatively. She saw that the sun was out and about, invading their little space which had felt so intimate in the dark the day prior.
“We’re going to be late, little butterfly,” Roman drawled, his voice a harmonious mix between a warning and a joke.
“Late for what?” She yawned as she sat upright,
