I didn’t have my seatbelt on.
That’s what the doctors told me. That the impact wouldn’t have been so hard if I had been wearing a seatbelt. But I hadn’t.
Because I was high on the s*x that I’d just had with Roman.
The doctors must have told Roman about that too. I can tell. Because right now, he’s standing at the door leaning against it as he watches me with an expression I fully recognize as guilt.
The expression is gone the moment he notices I’m awake, and he replaces it with an indifferent one.
I let out a soft groan, shifting in the hospital bed.
My body still hurts, although not as much as before.
“Hey,” I murmur sleepily.
I take a moment to look at Roman. He has on a navy blue suit that looks excellent on him, his hair is slightly laid back, with only a few strands falling i
