Chapter 8. Agreement

Roman’s POV

“Perfect. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, doll.” I smirked, feeling excitement sizzle inside me before a great wave of relief cascaded through me. At last, it was settled. I just had to brief her on how—and how not—to act around Nana so we wouldn't arouse her suspicions.

Sofie flushed, steering her gaze away from me and fiddling with her fingers. For some unknown reason, seeing her act all adorable and nervous always made me feel all funny and soft inside, which was strange. But it wasn’t as if I liked her or anything. Her tucking her auburn hair behind her ear did absolutely nothing to me. Her big, doe-like brown eyes didn’t make me feel like protecting her, and her perfect oval face, coupled with her plump, rosy lips, didn’t make me want to keep her all to myself.

Exactly. They didn’t. I was only confusing lust with love. Right.