Becky’s mind was in turmoil as she tried to make sense of her own actions. She couldn’t help but wonder what had possessed her to ask such a question. The mere thought of spending any amount of time with Roman was enough to make her skin crawl, let alone the prospect of getting physically intimate with him.
Yet, something had compelled her to ask. Perhaps it was the memory of the kiss he had claimed from her in the chapel, which still lingered on her lips and sent shivers down her spine. She couldn’t deny the electric chemistry that had sparked between them, but she also knew that it was nothing more than a fleeting moment of passion. Madness.
Despite her better judgment, Becky couldn’t help but feel drawn to Roman like a magnet. She tried to blame her recklessness on the recent drama wi
