Fingers traced his face, starting with his forehead. The light touch moving down to his nose, lingering on his lips before disappearing. Roman remained still. Wanting to know what else she would do. He would thank her if she groped him while he was asleep. But then again, this was Beverly. She was prim and proper, wrinkled her nose when he uttered words she considered vulgar and a virgin. It was the twenty first century and no one demanded their mates be untouched. Finding one that was still pure was like finding a diamond in the rough. It wouldn't have mattered if she had been other men because he would erase them from her mind but knowing he would be the only man to ever touch her, had pride swelling in his chest. Whether she'd stayed that way intentionally or not didn't matter. She now
