Syrene eventually rolled off Roman's broad chest, sliding into the soft mattress beside him and pulling the sheets up to her chin. Immediately, Roman’s long arm reached out, curling around her waist and pulling her back flush against his warm body.
"Where you going?" he grumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
"No, I was just getting uncomfortable," she whispered into the dim room. "I thought maybe I was squashing you, so I just moved."
"Mmmm... good. I don't want you to leave me." He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of her head and was instantly back out, his deep breathing filling the space.
Leave him? What does that even mean? she thought, staring at the ceiling. Glancing toward the window, she could see the sky was still pitch black, so she closed her eyes and forced hersel
