The Forgotten Marriage
Roman suddenly cleared his throat and dragged his gaze away. He ran a hand through his short blonde hair, sending droplets flying.
"I'll get you something dry," he said, his voice rougher than before. He disappeared down a hallway without waiting for my response.
Left alone, I took the opportunity to look around. The cabin's layout was similar to the one I'd rented, but that's where the similarities ended. Where mine was generic and impersonal, Roman's space was warm and lived-in. A large, comfortable-looking sofa faced a stone fireplace. Bookshelves lined one wall, filled to bursting with volumes of all sizes. The coffee table was sturdy wood, marked with water rings and the occasional scra
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