Violet
This was so embarrassing.
Why do I keep tripping like some clumsy heroine from a bad teen drama? No, actually, why does he keep catching me every single time? Roman wasn’t my knight in shining armor. If anything, he was the kind of man who would watch a woman fall flat on her face with that blank, unreadable stare of his and then calmly walk away like it wasn’t his problem.
And yet, here he was again.
His hands were still on my waist. And God, that scent made my heart do a stupid little flutter I absolutely refused to acknowledge.
“Miss Violet,” he said.
“Y-yes.”
“You’re heavy.”
My brain short-circuited.
Oh my God.
My eyes flew wide as I yanked myself out of his hold, nearly stumbling again in the process. My face flushed so hard it burned.
“I—I apologize, sir.” I stamme
