“Goodnight, loves.” I said this before closing the door behind me.
I thought about heading back to the car to offload the mountain of things Roman had bought for them, but damn, I felt tired—physically and mentally.
I decided it could wait until morning. My bed was calling, and I was too tired to resist.
When I stepped inside, I instantly felt uneasy, like something was wrong. The air felt heavy and it was kind of hard to breathe. I shook off the feeling and reached for the light switch to turn on the lights.
The room flooded with warm illumination, revealing nothing out of place. The same dresser stood against the far wall, and the faded floral wallpaper, though peeling in places, held no secrets.
A nervous laugh bubbled up inside me, the kind of laugh you give when exhaustion toys with your senses.
Just the weariness playing tricks. I said to myself.
However, as I turned towards the bed, I abruptly stopped.
He was there.
My breath caught in my throat.
“Shit! What the fuck, Roman?
