Chapter 62 The Emotional Reconnection

• Roman's POV
• The gentle glow from the fireplace created shadows that danced across the walls in the dimly lit room. Naomi was standing in the middle, her sillohutte glowing like a vision from my worst fantasies. The delicate fabric shimmered with every slight movement, and her gown, a whisper of silk, clung to her curves as if it had been painted on her. A feeling of awe and yearning surged through me, and my chest constricted.
• She was simultaneously my haven and my downfall.