Page 104 of Sinful Promises

He leaned forward and kissed me. It was a quick kiss, but it was spontaneous and fun and lovely. My heart squeezed. I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted it all so bad and yet . . . “Roman, I want us to be together too, but?—”

“No, Daisy, there are no buts.”

“There is and it’s a huge one. I can’t stay in Europe.”

He blinked at me. The intensity in his eyes proved that he hadn’t really thought this through.

“I told you. My visa expires soon, and I have to leave.”

He shrugged. “Then I’ll come with you.”

I jerked back. “No, Roman. I can’t take you from your family.”

“You’re not taking me from them.”

“I’ve seen how you are together; I won’t ruin it.”

“Dais, all my sisters have left at one time or another.”

“Yes, but they were gone just for a holiday, nothing permanent.”

A knock on the door had me wrestling to cover my boobs.

“Buongiorno, Roman, la colazione è quasi pronta.” Mamma spoke through the door.

“Grazie, Mamma. Saremo presto a terra.”

Roman wobbled his head and winked at me. “Mom has breakfast ready.”

“Oh, okay. I was hoping to have a shower, freshen up.”

“You look fresh to me.” He squeezed my boob.

Giggling, I slapped his hand away. “Hey.”

“I’ve been dying to do that for weeks.”

I squinted at him. “You’re sneaky, you know?”

“What? Why?”

“Because I had no idea you liked me.”

His eyes softened. “I didn’t just like you, Dais; I was falling in love with you. But I had to be sure. I didn’t want . . .” He paused, curling his eyes to the ceiling as if trying to find the right words to say. “I needed to be sure.”

I knew exactly what he meant. It was the reason why I’d traveled thousands of miles. I also needed to be sure. “And?”

A beautiful smile lit up his face. “I’m one hundred percent sure. Two hundred percent.”

I smiled even as a lump choked up my throat. But his words were a double-edged sword. On one hand it was everything I wanted, on the other, it may be very short-lived.

He slapped my hip. “Come on. You don’t want to keep Mamma waiting.”

“But—”

“No buts.” He rolled me toward the edge of the bed and slapped my ass.

“Hey. You’re bossy.” Standing again, I studied the spectacular view beyond the double windows that dominated one wall of his bedroom. The morning sunshine streamed in, warming my body. I could happily wake up like this every single day of my life.

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