ROMAN'S POV

Aria is definitely going to appreciate all this chocolate, I thought to myself as I stared at the love basket sitting neatly on the table.

I lowered myself onto the couch, running a hand over the armrest absentmindedly. The room was quiet except for the soft ticking of my wristwatch. Lauren had gone to answer the door a few minutes ago, and she said it was probably Tessa. But now it had been over five minutes.

What’s taking her so long?

I checked my watch again. Maybe Tessa ...