Chapter 50: Introducing you
She stared at him. "There are people around," she pointed out, reminding him that they were on board with others who didn’t know about them.
"I don’t care. Stay here tonight," he said, then disappeared into the bathroom without giving her a chance to respond. She knew the real reason he wanted her to stay was because of Syres. Though she found his behavior childish, she also recognized it was a smart move. With her stepmother on the yacht, getting caught in a scandal could do her a lot of damage, and that damage might cost her more than she was willing to pay. It had taken marrying Roman to finally get them off her back, which only proved how much they feared him.
But she was certain her stepmother wouldn’t hesitate to seize any opportunity to destroy her union with Roman. Not that it mattered much anymore, but getting a divorce on her own terms was better than letting her stepmother orchestrate it. That kind of damage would cut far deeper than any ordinary divorce.
She glanced around the room. The bed was large enough for two, but she knew she couldn’t sleep beside Roman. Looking around, she spotted a small bed tucked into one corner.
Thankfully, she was already in a nightgown, so she could manage the night in his room, even without a blanket. She walked over to the mini bed and lay down, trying to lull herself to sleep. But her thoughts kept circling back to the kiss.
Lying on her back, she brought a hand to her chest and slowly touched her lips, reliving the brief but satisfying moment. She could still feel the warmth of his lips. If they had been lovers, she might have let things go further. For a first kiss, it felt good, except she had always imagined her first kiss being with Collin, not Roman.
Flushed with embarrassment, she covered her face with her hand and let out a soft, self-conscious sound, shaking her head to push the thoughts away.
After several minutes, she finally drifted off, curled up on the mini bed. Not long after, Roman stepped out of the bathroom, a robe wrapped around him. He looked toward the main bed and frowned when he didn’t see her. Just as he was about to leave the room, he spotted her curled-up figure in the corner.
Sighing, he walked over and paused by her side, quietly watching her as she slept. For all it was worth, he wanted to see this sleepy form beside him every night, in his bed. But how could he convince her to stay when she seemed so determined to leave?