Naomi's POV
Except for the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the sporadic creak of the ancient hardwood floor beneath my feets, the room was silent. With his head in his hands and tension flowing off him in waves, Roman perched on the edge of the couch. My thoughts were racing as I watched him leaning against the doorway.
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