I was waiting for Roman to penetrate me but he didn't. He just smiled at me and then brought up his sweatpants as if he didn't do anything.I sat there staring at him wondering if he was serious.“Roman…” I started but I didn't even know what to say and so, I also stood up and straightened my skirt.My back was pressed against the edge of my worktable, breath uneven, pulse still refusing to settle. The air in the studio felt heavier than it had ever been, thick with something I couldn’t name, something that clung to my skin and refused to let go.Roman stood a few steps away from me, watching. His gaze moved slowly over me, deliberate, assessing, like he was memorizing every detail… or claiming it. And that look, that look alone, made my stomach tighten again.This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. Not here.My studio had always been my safe place. The one space that belonged only to me. Where my thoughts were clear, where nothing touched me unless I allowed it and now, now i
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