"Breathe Alex. You did great. He looked pissed. It's all on camera. He said your name. No burying that, everything went perfectly." Roman sounded positive. So positive. But had it gone perfectly?
If so, why had I felt sick? Why couldn't I stomach the thought of Roman touching me or Kaleb getting near me? Why had Tom's low rumbling voice scraped instead of soothed me?
"He only said my name because you did." I gritted out, "He knows." I said more quietly. The tornado in my stomach skyrocketing from a tree shaking level to full on cows flying. "You were touching me, Tom knows we're - "
"Made for each other?" Roman bit out a slow subdued laugh, adjusting me to sit on the top of his desk while he took up the black swivel chair. Setting my dirty snowy boots on his knees, hands cupping the bac
