After minutes of making out, they broke their kiss, a bridge of saliva forming between them. Roman found Sophia's lips delicious, the taste of her still lingering on his own. When the kiss broke, Sophia's eyes turned serious, her gaze piercing through Roman's soul. "Roman," she called his name, her voice barely above a whisper. When Roman saw her face, he straightened up, listening intently to what she had to say.
Sophia's eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling as she spoke. "I thought about it, Roman. I... sigh... I love you, and I don't want you to leave me." The words spilled out of her like a confession, each one weighted with emotion. Roman's instincts kicked in, and he began to reassure her, "Hey, I'm not going to leave you—"
