I wake with a jolt, my eyes flying open as memories of what happened last night flood my brain.
Jackknifing up, I glance at the other side of the bed.
It's empty.
For a confused moment, I sift through my memories, trying to decide if it was nothing more than an erotic dream or if Roman and I actually ended up in bed together.
An ache between my thighs flares to life as I shift against the sheets.
Definitely not a dream.
I exhale, disappointed yet unsurprised that Roman is no longer warming my bed.
Roman lost the battle against his attraction to me last night. His absence this morning indicates he's still struggling with the idea of us.
Flopping back against the pillows, I rehash everything that occurred. How he took me in the kitchen (note to self: scrub counter with anti-bacteri
