Hannah POV ...
I sat on the kitchen island, missing Roman's presence. Yearning for his lips on mine again. I wanted to follow him into the corridor, pull him into a room, and finish what he had started.
What the hell was wrong with me? How had an innocent peck on the lips turned into a full blown make-out session right in front of his cousin?
Not wanting to be caught sitting on the kitchen island, I hopped down and made my way back to the breakfast nook. I sat nursing my cup of coffee, thinking about Roman's lips on mine. I had never in my life been kissed like that before.
On a couple of occasions, a few of my father's friends or clients would greet me with one of those cheek-to-cheek kisses. Like an innocent display of affection between close friends, but never had I ever been kissed the way that Roman kissed me.
