I never thought there would be a point in my life where I would be sad to finish a workout, but living with Roman was proving to make that a reality. While I always looked forward to breakfast and a shower, I knew that the last of the workout marked the end of our morning together. While we would do the rest our routine together, we always were in a slight rush.
I just was stunned that I still hadn't tired of him. I had grown up on the idea that spouses sort of disliked one another, or at least tried to minimize their time together. Yet there Roman and I were, practically addicted to one another.
I couldn't imagine being one of those stereotypical couples that sort of resented one another. He made me happy. Why would I want to be away from him?
"What are you thinking about?" Roman asked as we shared breakfast.
"Huh? Oh," I muttered. I hadn't even realized just how lost in thought I was.
I shot him a cheeky smile. "Just how much I love you."
