When the history channel documentary ended, I glanced up at Roman from where I lay cuddled against his chest. His blue eyes met mine.
"Are you tired?" I asked him, aware that he and I had never shared a room together. I had no idea what his bedtime routine was.
"No, I'm not tired," Roman said in a low voice.
I sat up and turned to him. "Do you want to watch something else?" I asked him. My heart was beginning to pound at his closeness and the hungry way that he was looking at me.
