ROMAN’S POV
“Are you okay?” I asked, genuinely curious with how sharply she moved away. But still… I couldn’t help pausing slightly after. The panic in those eyes hitting me face fist. Her brows furrowing, lips parting, she was thinking of something. She was worrying about something, there was conflict in those brown eyes.
There was always conflict. Like she was constantly having some sort of internally battle with herself. The only time I didn’t notice such was when she laughed. Or moaned in pleasure while eating chocolate cakes.
Did she still eat chocolate cakes? She used to love them. A lot.
“AL,” I heard myself call her. The nickname easily falling from my lips, my eyes zeroed on those big brown eyes. “Do you still enjoy chocolate cakes?” I asked her.
“W-what?” She blinked, unsta
