"Huh?" I murmured, my eyes wide with disbelief as I stared at the man in front of me. Roman. His expression bore no trace of a joke; it was serious, almost solemn, and he lacked that familiar, smug smile that usually adorned his lips.
"Is it that hard to believe?" he asked, raising one brow inquisitively. His hand reached out to my hair, tucking a stray strand behind my ear in a surprisingly tender gesture.
I stood there, shocked, my mind racing. Had the injury he sustained really affected his brain? Or had he always felt this way and I just never realized it? After telling him I liked him, he had suggested we should take the time to know each other like a real couple. Could it be true that he actually loved me?
