No longer able to bear the separation, I close the distance until he has to crane his neck to hold my gaze. His eyes turn pleading. I’ve never seen this kind of raw vulnerability shine from them. Roman shifts uncomfortably under the weight of my gaze, and it makes me fall even harder for him. I want to wrap my arms around him and never let go.
“If you’re smart,” he growls, “you’ll tell me to get the fuck out of your house and never come back again.” When I say nothing, he snaps, “Say the damn words, Sofia! Tell me to leave!”
A gurgle of laughter escapes from my lips.
Does he actually think that’s going to happen?
Doesn’t he understand that I’m powerless to send him away?
I reach out and stroke my hands through his closely cut hair. Electricity zips through me from the contact. “I can’t do that.” I won’t do it. Nothing he says or does could make me walk away from him.
He has to know that he’s asking for the impossible.