The kiss kept on going, long and languid, the soft press of their lips a sensual dance that seemed to suspend time. If the music wasn't pulsating through the club, the only sound would be the soft smacking of their lips, echoing through the room like a symphony of desire.
Roman broke the kiss, his eyes locking onto Saanvi's, searching for answers to the questions he hadn't yet asked. Saanvi stared back, her gaze lost in the depths of his violet eyes, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I want... I ju-" The words faltered, her mind struggling to form a coherent thought.
The question that finally emerged was laced with a hint of suspicion, a dash of uncertainty. "What do you want, Roman?" Saanvi's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing through the haze of desire, seeking the truth behind his intentions.
