ROMAN'S P. O. V
She fell asleep on the drive home.
We were in the car when her head tipped to the side, resting on my shoulder. Her breathing was soft, those long lashes fluttered sleepy, and I stroked her cheeks till she evened out.
Riccardo drove us back to my penthouse, Fabiano took his drunk wife home. The moment I spotted them, with Callie in this sorry excuse of a dress that showed more than it covered, I knew it was all Isabella's idea.
I couldn't for the life of me understand what I was feeling. What this dull ache in my chest is that makes me want to pull her closer, eat up her warmth, her scent, her smiles, and soft murmurs
Tonight, the world seemed different, like it was all softness and calm.
A tap on the car window pulled me out of my rare peace. Riccardo opened the ca
