Roman’s fingers roughly adjusted the aviator sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, their tinted lenses a shield against the relentless assault of the scorching sun. Beads of sweat trickled down his temples from his hair, tracing a damp path along his furrowed brow. It wasn’t sexy.
The plastic bottle of water met his parched lips, offering a fleeting moment of relief as the cool liquid cascaded down his throat, the cool liquid providing a momentary respite from the oppressive heat that clung to his body like a suffocating hug, but not much.
Dressed in a simple, plain white T-shirt, black jeans, and black Suede Chelsea boots, Roman could have sworn he was trapped within the suffocating embrace of at least ten woolen blankets. Every breath felt laborious. Even the act of shifting hi
