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HAZEL'S POV 

My hands reached up to curl into his shirt, pulling him down as my lips moved against his in earnest.

He pulled away, confusion clouding his features. “Are you sure?”

My breath hitched. “I've wanted this. I've wanted you for a while, Roman.”

His hands dropped to my waist, pulling me up effortlessly so my legs wrapped around his hips. He walked us backwards until I felt the bed hit my ass and he lowered me down gently. His lips never left mine, kissing me like he was starving for me. "Hazel…”

"Roman, shut up and keep kissing me," I murmured against his mouth, arching up into...