INDY
For a few seconds, I didn’t move. I stayed perfectly still, afraid that if I moved even an inch, the moment would break. I knew I was inside Rome’s arms, but it probably didn’t register fully in my mind—or maybe I was taking advantage that he wasn’t pushing me away.
My arm was draped over his waist, my face tucked close to his chest, his arm heavy and warm around my back. His breathing brushed against my hair.
This feels nice.
I let myself stay there for exactly three heartbeats longer than I should have.
Then reality slammed back in.
Rome began to move. Before I could even process what was happening, his arm was gone. The space between us returned, cold and abrupt. I was no longer on the soft bed but on the hard floor. I was left staring at the empty space where he had been
