Roman’s POV

I held her in the dark and tried not to think too hard about what I had done.

Maya’s back was pressed against my chest. Her breathing had finally slowed. One of my arms stayed wrapped around her waist. The other rested under the pillow. Her hair smelled like the shampoo Avery always bought. The same one that used to fill the bathroom when the girls were teenagers. Now it was on my pillow. On my sheets. On me.

I should have told her to go back to the guest room. I should have been stronger weeks ago. I should have never kissed her that first time against...