[WARNING! MatureContent Ahead!
"I think that . . . I'm beginning to like you . . ."
Roman paused, turning to face Gwendolyn. The moonlight highlighted the vulnerability in her expression, a stark contrast to the silent facade she often presented.
In that moment, Roman saw an opportunity—not just for distraction, but for connection. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck.
The kiss deepened, and without breaking contact, Roman led her toward his car. The drive to his hotel was a blur, both lost in a haze of alcohol and suppressed emotions.
Upon reaching the hotel, they stumbled into the room, lips locked and hands exploring. Clothes were discarded haphazardly, and they fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.
