I couldn’t sleep that night.

Even after Roman dropped me off and kissed the back of my hand like some old-world gentleman, my body still thrummed with his presence. The scent of his cologne clung to my skin, the weight of his words pressed against my chest.

What’s your decision?

That was the question, wasn’t it? The only question that mattered.

I lay in the dark, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling as if the answer might be etched there in the plaster. My mind raced in circles, chasing ...