Page 120 of Sinful Temptations

Fucketty-fuck.

“I’m going to the restroom. Don’t lose my seat.” Her long slender fingers curled on his shoulder as she leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He didn’t pull back.No. No. No.In fact, he closed his eyes and molded more into the kiss.

I snapped my eyes away before I was tempted to yank on her hair plait so hard, she’d go ass over tit.

She walked away, swinging those hips like she was on a stage show. Roman watched her go, then turned to me with a grin that confirmed he’d been mesmerized.

My helium-filled heart sunk like a brick. And maybe I looked like I was about to stab someone because a frown drilled across his forehead.

“What?” he said.

I tried to smile but it was impossible. I forced my mouth to speak. “It’s nice to see you happy.”

“I’m always happy.”

That was true. “Okay, I’ll be more specific. It’s nice seeing you so happy with Lydia.”

His expression morphed into a look of confusion, and I blinked right back at him. I had a strange feeling he’d only just realized what he’d done, and he didn’t look all thathappynow.

I’d always thought I was good at reading people—Roman, though, was testing that ability. He seemed to be on the verge of saying something and as his eyes grew darker, I had a feeling it was about Caterina and how hard it was to get over her. I waited, hoping he’d open up to me and hoping I’d know exactly what to say when he did.

But he shifted on his seat, cleared his throat, and raised his beer. “Anyway.” The precious moment evaporated into thin air. “Here’s to living.”

I cursed myself for not taking the lead. My heart wept over his kiss with Lydia, which had been so, so wrong. But it wept even more over him not being able to confide in me. Forcing my arm to work, I raised my stein. “To living.”

Another song belted over the airwaves. Everyone jumped up with drinks in hand and began singing, “Que sera, sera.”

Roman turned to me and we sang a duet. “Whatever will be, will be.”

We swung our hips side to side. “The future’s not ours to see.”

“Que sera, sera.”

We burst out laughing. “What will be, will be.”

Ain’t that the truth.

Lydia returned halfway through the song and rather thanjoining in, she slumped into the seat like a Muppet. I shared my gaze between her and Roman.

She looked like she was off her rocker. When she swayed forward and just about face planted into her beer stein, Roman grabbed her.

“Hey.” He leaned over her shoulder and said something into her ear that I couldn’t hear.

She eased back, and when her eyes kept going, she fell backward. Roman wasn’t quick enough and she barrel-rolled right off the chair. She landed with her legs sticking up in the air, and everyone got an unobstructed look at her frilly panties that were also way better than mine.

“Oh shit.” Roman jumped to his feet.

Lydia burst into tears, clutching the back of her head.

Roman tried to pick her up from the floor, but she was as floppy as overcooked pasta. It took two guys to get her upright. She wrapped her arms around Roman as if staking her claim, and when her eyes met mine, I had a sneaky feeling that was exactly what she was doing.

Roman turned to me. “I’m going to take Lydia to the hotel. I’ll be back. So stay here.”

“Oh, okay.”Yay me.“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No. No. I won’t be long.” He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

It was so sudden, and so unexpected and so fucking perfect, I froze to the chair.

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