LAUREN'S POV
“How did you even have one of these?” I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly at the oversized chocolate bar in Aria’s small hands. She was nibbling at it with such delight that a thin trail of chocolate already marked the corner of her mouth. The thing was nearly bigger than her head.
Roman gave a little shrug, folding his arms across his chest, a boyish grin tugging at his lips. “Well, here’s a little secret you don’t know about me — I love chocolate. I’ve loved them since I was a kid and, honestly, the habit never left me. So I always carry one of these with me whenever I leave the house.”
I blinked, studying his expression, searching for any hint of exaggeration. But he looked serious, almost proud, as though carrying around a bar of chocolate was as natural to him as carry
