Chapter 27: Sofia
When the alarm goes off the next morning, I throw off the covers and get dressed.
The aroma of coffee hits me full force as I leave my bedroom. I head to the kitchen, stumbling to a halt when I find Roman sitting at the table with a steaming cup in his hands.
I thought for sure he’d make himself scarce and avoid me like the plague after my brazen behavior last night.
My cheeks heat as snippets flash through my mind. I’m still not sorry for pushing his buttons.
His reaction had been worth it.
I take a fortifying breath to steady my nerves and smile at him. “Morning.”
He continues to stare at his mug, grunting something unintelligible that could either be “good morning” or “fuck you.” Apparently, Roman Santori isn’t a morning person.
Shrugging off his surliness, I grab a mug from the top shelf in the cupboard and pour myself a cup. I add a small scoop of sugar along with a dash of cream, then take my first sip.
It scalds as it slides down my throat.