Until I Wrote Him
Chapter 17
Roman’s POV
I had been kissed a thousand times before.
Women with painted lips and hungry eyes had thrown themselves at me as if kissing me was a crown they could wear.
But none of those touches,none prepared me for the madness of this one.
India’s lips were soft, trembling, hesitant at first like a secret begging to be kept, then bold enough to make the world tilt on its axis.
I stood there stunned.
My arms didn’t even move.
My brain stalled as if someone had ripped the gears out of me.