…Tasnim POV…
I am looking in the eyes of the man I love, and I can see that I am hurting him over and over with every single word that I say. I just had to tell him that Roman tried to kiss me last night, and I can see him being filled with anger.
"He was trying to make you angry and to stab you where it hurts the most by what he said in the kitchen."
I can see the rage that is starting to burn in his beautiful hazel eyes. He is consumed by pure anger that is burning hot under his skin. His voice hitch as he tries to speak again.
"What did he do?"
"He tried to kiss me."
"And why did you not call for me, Tasnim?"
"He told me if I know what was good for me, then I will keep quiet."
"But what stopped you from telling me now in the kitchen or even in the shower?"
