Although Rose was as elated as any woman would be in a similar situation, she didn’t fully understand why Roman was openly kissing her for the first time. Indeed, even though he was a mafia boss – and as such, one would expect him to have less reserve when it came to PDA – this was the first time he made out with her despite having an audience.
When his lips finally left hers, and he gave her room to breathe, he kissed the top of her head, and grumbled, “Be my woman, Rosalina Marcels.”
“Huh?” Rose looked up into his eyes, which were peering down at her with fervor.
Icy blue met brown, and she wondered for a moment there if she had heard correctly. It couldn’t be, could it? And yet, for the first time ever, Roman appeared to be almost reluctant to speak, and for a moment there she fou
