ROMAN's POV
''Later.'' My brothers chorused at the same time as they headed for the door.
They pulled it open and stepped out, letting the doors click shut behind them.
I heaved slowly, my arms still anchored securely around Vivienne's waist, my thumb tracing a slow, repetitive circle over the smooth curve of her hip.
Her small, warm frame was still flushed pink, her weight resting heavily against my bare chest as her breathing slowly settled into a soft, steady cadence.
I ran my fingers through her disheveled damp hair, smoothing the stray strands away from her forehead, a small smile lighting up my lips as I stared down at her.
"Why did you want an open marriage before?"
My hand froze in her hair.
My heart suddenly began to thud heavily in my chest for reasons I couldn't even quite pinpoint.
I didn't answer, I didn't know what to answer.
