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He pulled me back into his chest, hand on my hip, lips against my hairline.

We ain’t say much.

We didn’t have to.

Later, after I finally dragged myself into his bathroom for a shower, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

Hair a little wild.

Neck a little marked.

Eyes… soft.

Old me would’ve panicked at that.

This me just pressed my lips together and nodded at my reflection.

“You chose this,” I told myself. “You chose him.”

And yeah, that still scared me.

But it didn’t feel like I was fallin’ anymore.

It felt like I was standin’ on somethin’ we built together.

When I came back out, towel around my body, Roman was sittin’ up in the bed, scrollin’ his phone.

He looked up, eyes draggin’ over me slow.

“Don’t start,” I warned.

“I ain’t say nothin’,” he said.

“You didn’t have to,” I shot back.

He smirked. “We gotta go to Nana’s later,” he said. “She wanna see your face after last night. Said she ain’t had that much entertainment in a long time.”

I laughed. “I like her nosy ass.”

“She like you too,” he said. “Said you got ‘just enough fire’ for me.”

“Just enough?” I asked. “She don’t even know the half.”

“I know,” he said, eyes glintin’. “That’s the fun part.”

I rolled my eyes, but I was smilin’.

We started talkin’ about little stuff for the rest of the day?—

Me takin’ on more high-end events and maybe usin’ the club kitchens for some of my catering.

Him fully closin’ the chapter on a couple dirty investments and focusin’ on legit spots.

Checkin’ on Fee and the twins.

Helpin’ April with some last-minute wedding details.

Regular life shit.