CALISTA'S P.O.V
We never talked about that night again.
I had woken up alone in bed, Roman's side was warm, proof that he had stayed till morning before leaving. If it weren't for the soreness in between my legs and the twisted, rough sheets, I would have chalked what happened up to a visceral dream I couldn't stop reliving.
Our first night together became like a secret, not to be discussed. We fell back into our previous routine; me in the guest room, Roman in his, and our daily tour of New York.
Each day, we ventured out together, continuing our tour of New York as if nothing had changed. As if he hadn’t given me the single most incredible night off my life.
I almost, almost brought it up when we checked into a hotel in Brooklyn. Roman had treated me...nicely, we made small talks
