Landon
“Uh… uh.” Roman said, patting my shoulder. “I can see that you’re fine all right.” He said as he followed my line of vision.
Knowing I was already caught didn’t stop me from shaking my head, because I definitely wanted to hold on to the sanity and pride.
“Uh-huh,” Roman said again, slowly this time, his tone dipping somewhere between amused and smug. “You’re fine, sure. Just standing here staring a hole through the dance floor like you’ve seen a ghost, or the second coming of temptation.”
“Don’t start,” I muttered, taking a sip from my glass and forcing my gaze back to the bar, even though every cell in my body wanted to look again.
“Oh, I’m definitely starting,” he said, grinning as he leaned against the counter beside me. “Because that look you’ve got right now? That’s not
