Hannah POV ...
I heard the door open as Roman entered the room, but I didn't look up from where I was laying on the window seat. I knew my face was blotched and puffy from crying, but didn't care.
Roman sat down right next to me and I reluctantly met his gaze.
"You had me worried, Hannah," he said softly. "What's going on?"
I scoffed and turned away from him. "I don't want to talk about it," I said. Why had I even let him come in?
"How can I help you if you don't talk to me?" Roman asked. "Are you OK?"
I sat up, practically sitting hip-to-hip with him now, and I glared at him. "I'm not f*cking OK, Roman, "I said, my eyes stinging with tears again. "I'm being forced to marry you because my father is a f*cking a*shole and I just want to go home." The word came out choked by a sob, and I covered my face with my hands as I tried to pull myself together.
"Hannah, talk to me," he said, his hands grasping my wrists gently to tug them away from my face.
