CHAPTER 39

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GENEVIEVE

I stood in front of the mirror, droplets of water still clinging to my skin as I wrapped myself tightly in a soft white towel. The steam from my recent bath swirled around me, the warmth lingering in the air.

I could feel Roman’s gaze on me — intense and unwavering, like a tangible heat on my back. I didn’t have to look to know that he was watching my every move.

The feeling made my heart skip a beat.

I tried to ignore him, my eyes focused on my own reflection, smoothing my damp hair with my fingers. But the weight of his stare was impossible to ignore, pulling my attention like a magnet.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and finally turned around. Roman was sitting on the couch, shirtless, his muscular chest illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp beside him.

His expression was inscrutable, a mixture of curiosity and something darker, more possessive.

He lounged back against the cushions with a casual arrogance, his eyes tracing the curve of my neck, the d