Withdrawing from her breast, Roman lowered his gaze to take her in, giving her a moment to steady her breath. Patricia's chest rose and fell in heavy waves, her pulse visible in the curve of her throat. When she noticed his eyes fixed on her, she lifted her head, their eyes locking. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment, but she didn't look away. He was staring at her like a man starving, like he couldn't wait to return to the feast he had just started.
Roman leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, letting it linger, warm, intimate, deliberate. When he finally pulled away, it left her skin tingling. She knew what a forehead kiss meant, and although her heart still held its doubts, hope bloomed quietly within her.
