ROMAN’S POV
The tantalizing smell of baked chocolate pie roused Roman up, his nose sniffing the air as he licked his lips.
He turned on his side, warm body meeting his cold flesh.
Slowly he opened his eyes, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room he was in.
He ran his hands against the body close to him, stopping as he made contact with hair longer than his.
Roman jerked up sharply, blushing as the event of yesterday filters through his mind.
His bedroom door opened, his mother entering as she balanced a tray of food and drink in her hand.
She frowned at the darkness, going straight to the blinds.
Sunlight filters through the room, its rays casting a golden hue around the walls.
The brightest, illuminating on Emily’s sleeping face.
She groaned, turning her face towards
