ROMAN'S P.O.V
I almost took her.
Almost.
Right there in the kitchen, I almost lost the last thread of the fraying self-control I’d been clinging to and took her, bent her over the damn counter, and claimed her like an animal.
Like the madman, she's been turning me into for days now.
I heard her laughing with Lucas and Jesus Christ; it was like a siren's call—stronger even. I pulled at my heart and dragged my feet till I was standing behind her.
Needy, starved, and fúcking desperate.
The way my Callie smelled was sweet, warm, inviting, and the softest kind of sin. Her little sighs when I held her waist, the way her body stiffened at first then relaxed, the way she leaned back into me like there wasn't a long stretch of tension and unresolved issues between us. It was everything. She'
