Chapter 29 THERE WAS a moment in my life when I thought I would never feel anything like what my parents had. I used to watch them dance in the kitchen while mom was cooking dinner. Dad would always come home with a bunch of flowers and mom would look at him as if forever lies in his hands. I never thought the butterflies that weren't real, until I felt Roam's warm but minty breath against my bare skin, burning me in the most beautiful way.A sensual moan threatened to escape my throat when he began kissing the side of my neck, his rough palms were busy doing wonders on my body. He was on top of me wearing nothing anymore but his boxers, his hardness gently brushing against my throbbing sex everytime he was moving his hips. I couldn't help but squeeze my eyes shut as he nibbled my skin. Everytime he was grazing his teeth against my shoulder, I'd shiver in pure ecstasy. God, he was everything heavenly, and here I was, a saint turn