Saturday morning felt like Christmas, like I was waking up to something precious, something forbidden and shimmering at the same time. The second I opened my eyes, my body remembered what day it was. My heart raced, and heat flooded me in places that only Roman had been able to awaken.

I lay there for a few minutes, smiling at the ceiling like a teenager with a secret crush. Except this wasn’t a crush. This was Roman. The man who had looked me in the eye and told me that if we were going to ...