Novel & Cerita Pj Masks With Romeo

Juliet took a slow, deep breath, her lungs filling with the rich, intoxicating scent of dark espresso, sandalwood, and fresh rain—a scent that acted like an instant, soothing balm on her frayed nerves. She turned her head slowly on the soft down pillow. Sitting on the right edge of the mattress, mere inches from her side, was Roman. He was dressed in a clean, crisp white dress shirt that he had clearly retrieved from his travel duffel bag—unbuttoned at the throat with the sleeves rolled up past his broad forearms, exposing those thick, vein-laced muscles. His dark trousers were dry, but his overall appearance bore the heavy, undeniable physical toll of the night.