A sudden, insistent knock on the door shattered the tranquility of my slumber, causing my brows to knit together and my lashes to flutter open.
It had been a long while since I had enjoyed such restorative sleep—peaceful, warm, and blissful as if wrapped in a gentle embrace. I stirred, contemplating the need to rise, but just as I shifted, I felt the weight of strong arms around my waist. Glancing up, my heart swelled at the sight of Roman, asleep beside me, his long lashes resting softly against his cheeks, utterly unaware that morning had arrived. At that moment, he looked so innocent, so breathtakingly beautiful.
As I slowly sat up in the plush bed, my gaze drifted towards the door. I knew venturing outside like this was fraught with risk; it would undoubtedly raise suspicions, especially since Roman's siblings were oblivious to the secret we shared. It had to be one of them knocking, likely searching for him.
