Chapter 62 The Emotional Reconnection

Roman's POV The gentle glow from the fireplace created shadows that danced across the walls in the dimly lit room. Naomi was standing in the middle, her sillohutte glowing like a vision from my worst fantasies. The delicate fabric shimmered with every slight movement, and her gown, a whisper of silk, clung to her curves as if it had been painted on her. A feeling of awe and yearning surged through me, and my chest constricted.