Again, my brain is telling me I should be afraid of him, but something inside me says otherwise. Just because I’m not afraid of him doesn’t mean I’m going to hang out with someone who could hurt Roman like that.
“I think you should leave,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
He doesn’t respond, and he doesn’t look like he has any plans of leaving.
Not until one of the employees comes to lead me to the locker room area. I’m thankful for the escape. I just want to see Roman. Too much has happened this evening.
It feels like forever before he comes through the locker room door, his hair still dripping water from his shower. In two giant steps, he’s swooping me in a circle and into his arms. I can’t help the giggle that escapes me, as I’m filled with the warmth and electricity only he c
