Roman’s POV I walked toward Sofie, smirking inwardly as she nervously fidgeted with her shirtsleeves, although the shirt was technically mine.I basked in the proud sensation that engulfed me when I saw how reddened her cheeks were, and how she couldn't seem to hold my gaze, and had her stare fixated behind me.Cupping her jaw with a hand, I smirked, “Was that what you were expecting to hear? That cliché, overused line?”She seemed bedazzled as she finally averted her gaze on me, “I-I don't understand what you mean by that. What are you trying to say?” She stuttered.I chuckled as I cocked my head to look directly into her eyes, “Last night was everything but a mistake, we had a nice time together. I was merely teasing you.”Her hazel eyes widened, “So you don't think it was a drunken mistake then. Is that what you are trying to say?”“Yes, doll. I'd be stupid to deny how much I liked it or did you not like it?” I asked, cupping her face before bringing our lips together in a feather
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