When the alarm goes off the next morning, I throw off the covers and get dressed.

The aroma of coffee hits me full force as I leave my bedroom. I head to the kitchen, stumbling to a halt when I find Roman sitting at the table with a steaming cup in his hands.

I thought for sure he’d make himself scarce and avoid me like the plague after my brazen behavior last night.

My cheeks heat as snippets flash through my mind. I’m still not sorry for pushing his ...