Meanwhile, at the shore.
Looking away, Patricia's throat tightened. Her voice cracked slightly as she whispered, "It still doesn't answer why you were kissing her." That one question throbbed inside her chest like a bruise, aching for an answer she dreaded to hear.
Roman only smiled, his eyes fixed on her. He studied every detail of her tense face, her knitted brows, the faint quiver of her lip. God knew how badly he wanted to press her against the seat and ravage her with his mouth, but he held himself back, savoring her agitation instead.
Then, without warning, he reached across her, unbuckled her seatbelt, and caught her wrist. Before she could even register what was happening, he pulled her forward, her body stumbling against his. Her breath hitched as she landed squarely on his lap, her heart hammering like it might burst from her ribcage.
