Chapter 10: Accidental Third Base

I stirred, feeling a heavy warmth pressed against me. My leg was tangled over Roman’s thigh, my hand—oh God—resting right on his very naked hip. His arm was thrown lazily over my waist, fingers curled like they owned me. My eyes fluttered open and met his—already watching me with sleepy amusement. “Morning, Mrs Blackwood,” he drawled, voice raspier than ever. I blinked at him, confused, until I realized my thigh was dangerously close to the thing that could ruin our friendship forever. “Roman,” I said slowly, “on a scale of one to ten, how weird is it if we’re just casually rubbing parts right now?” His lips twitched. “Depends. Are we talking friction with intent, or… accidental third base?” I bit my lip, then smirked. “You tell me, you’re the one pitched like a tent over there.” Roman glanced down, completely unbothered by the situation. “Don’t flatter yourself, Hart. I always wake up like this.” “Right,” I teased. “Because your subconscious gets off to spreadsheets.” “Don’t knock it.