EVE
I woke up the next morning with my heart racing like I'd done something illegal—which, technically, I kind of had. Not against the law, but against every moral rule that existed in the book of sisters.
I lay there for a second, staring at the ceiling, trying to breathe normally. But every inhale just pulled in the memory of the past few days—the way Roman had held me like I belonged to him. The way his voice sounded low and rough when he whispered my name like it was his favorite person.
God, I hated how my stomach flipped just thinking about him.
I couldn't afford to be that girl—the one who fell for her sister's fiancé. The one who lost herself in the warmth of stolen moments. That girl always got caught. Always got burned.
I pushed myself up with a groan and rubbed
