Chapter 133: A Place Of Fear

Steam still clung to my skin when I opened the bathroom door. The scent of Roman’s perfume and the sound of his fingers on the keyboard filled the air. He sat on the edge of the bed with his laptop balanced on one knee, shoulders tense in that familiar way like he carried the weight of the world. For a moment I just watched him, towel knotted around me, hair dripping against my collarbone. The blue light from his screen brushed against his face, sharpening his jawline and softening his eyes all at once. I padded closer on silent feet, biting back a grin. If I could sneak up on him—just once—I’d have bragging rights for the rest of our lives. But the second I reached for his shoulder, he said quietly, without turning, “Nice try, Sav. But I already know you’re there.” My smile broke into a pout. “Killjoy.” He chuckled and finally turned. “You did good, but you smell like my body wash. Kind of hard to miss.” I rolled my eyes and before I could reply, his hand caught mine, tugging me forwa