-Riley-
"I don't know how to thank you, Roman," I said with a bright smile, and then flushed when I remembered the picture Ash had sent me. It was an image of a very skimpy dress. That woman was mad.
I gave her my number in case of emergencies, not to send me dresses I could wear to thank her brother. What the hell was that woman even thinking?
I expected a reply that was something dirty, something Roman, but all I got was a disinterested grunt that made me angry. After what he put me through last night, was this all I got? A grunt? "You don't have to thank me."
So, he didn't even remember calling me last night, let alone saying the words he said. Here I was, thinking and overthinking about it and here he was... completely oblivious to my dilemma.
"You are an i***t, Roman Night."
