Her stomach betrayed her.
A low, unmistakable growl cut through the silence between them.
Evelyn froze.
Heat flooded her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut, mortified. “Oh my God,” she muttered into the pillow.
For half a second, Roman simply stared, then his lips curved into a slow, delighted smile. A soft laugh slipped from him as he leaned back slightly, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Never mind,” he murmured, his voice warm. “I’ll feed you first.”
She buried her face deeper. “Please pretend that didn’t happen.”
He reached out, brushing his knuckles gently along her heated cheek until she peeked at him. “Come on,” he said lightly. “Freshen up. Meet me downstairs.”
“Downstairs?” she echoed.
“For breakfast,” he added, already rising from the bed. “Before I get distracted again.”
