When Ivy awoke the next morning, Roman was still asleep. She watched him for a moment, his chest rising and falling, his lips slightly parted. The way his dark hair spread around his head like a mane sent tendrils of desire through her body. Instead of acting on those wants, she quietly dressed and made her way out the door.
She wasn’t trying to abandon him. He needed rest, and she needed to get home. Apollo was probably pissed at her, even if he could get out the doggie door, and she had to focus on the fundraiser which was only seven hours away.
When she got through the front door, she was glad to see her dog hadn’t destroyed the entire house.
“You aren’t too mad at me, are you?” she asked as he licked her face when she embraced him. “I’ll take that as a no. Mommy has to get a showe
