Roman didn’t return till late in the evening. Rose, who had been on a bench in the gardens, didn’t bother asking him how his day went. From the faint smirk on his face, she could tell that he had done what he had set out to do.
“Looking as handsome and put-together as when you left,” she commented in a soft, teasing tone of voice.
“As to be expected, or nah?” He retorted, his smirk broadening.
“Totally,” she nodded eagerly before rising to her feet.
“Why didn’t you go to bed already?” He asked as he held a hand out to her.
She took it wordlessly, and didn’t hesitate to raise it to her cheek, where she shamelessly nuzzled it.
“I was waiting for you,” she said after a beat.
“You can return to your job whenever you’d like,” he declared as he gazed deep into her eyes.
“But I thought…”
