Roman & Lacy
Lacy stirred slowly, shifting slightly in the bed, surprised as she felt a vise-like grip around her waist tighten even further as Roman’s arms squeezed her in closer. Even in sleep it was like he could feel her running away. Finally her heavy lidded lashes opened and she became aware of her surroundings more fully, a hot flush creeping up her cheeks as she remembered Roman scooping her out of her own bed this morning and carrying her to his like some caveman’s bride.
She slowly tried to peel herself from his embrace, desperately needing something to drink and to pee. God, what time was it? She wondered. It seemed late. After trying for a few seconds to untangle herself from Roman she realized it was useless and fell back into his chest, sighing softly.
She then felt the
