Chapter 217: Favorite Sibling?

Roman Savannah is lying flat on her stomach beside me, her legs kicked up behind her and crossed at the ankles. The black bikini she’s wearing is completely illegal—not because it’s revealing, but because I can’t look anywhere else when she’s in it. Her hair is tied in a messy bun, a few strands brushing her shoulders as the breeze picks them up. Her phone is balanced on her palms like she’s holding some sacred relic. “Favourite word?” she asks out of nowhere. I don’t think. I don’t need to. The answer is already carved into my bones. “Savannah.” She looks at me over her shoulder, lips twitching into a slow, satisfied smile. “That was smooth, Roman. Very smooth.” I shrug like it wasn’t intentional. “I’m being sincere, my love.” “Favourite color?” She asks again. Again. I don't think. “Yellow.” She rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide the smile. “Okay, Romeo. Next question.” After the morning we’d had—the kind that leaves your muscles sore and your heartbeat a little too erratic—she wante