Chapter 8: Are You Pregnant, Sis?
Lizzie stood frozen in the doorway, holding a stack of fresh towels and a small glass bowl.
Roman blinked. “Are those—”
“Goldfish.” I completed.
“I—I just came to drop off these fresh towels and...uh...” She lifted the bag. “Alyssa said this fishes need emotional support, and she thinks Roman has a ‘gentle aura.’” Her voice cracked on the last word as she blinked at the scene—me straddling Roman like a throne, hoodie rucked up, Roman shirtless and smug beneath me.
“I’ll just…leave it on the dresser. You guys…carry on. Or not. Or do. Who am I to judge? Goldie says hi.” She rambled.
There was a pause.
“Lizzie?” I arched a brow as a smirk formed on my lips.
“Oh. Oh no. I didn’t see anything. Carry on. Act like I wasn’t here,” Lizzie said, waving he
