Chapter Twenty
Josie
I woke up in Rome’s arms and carefully rolled onto my side so I could look at him.
The room was still dim, sunlight barely peeking through the curtains. Rome’s face was relaxed in sleep, which softened all the rough edges he carried around during the day.
I just looked at him, taking in every little thing about him in.
His beard had gotten longer.
I liked it.
His nose had clearly been broken at least once.
I liked that too.
There was a scar near his eyebrow I hadn’t asked about yet.
I liked that.
Apparently, I just liked Rome. A lot.
The realization hit me and sat there. Before I could spiral into a panic about how I had let this man into my life, Rome groaned.
One eye cracked open and he looked at me. A smirk spread across his lips, and immediately pulled me closer. “Morning.” His voice was rough with sleepy and I melted.
“Morning.”
“You staring at me?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“You’re too handsome. Even the scar above your eyebrow makes you look hot.”
Rome buried his face against my neck. “Whatever you say, beautiful.”
“How did you get that scar?” I asked.
He laid back on the pillow. “Had my eyebrow pierced.”
I tipped my head to the side. That scar looked pretty angry for an eyebrow piercing.
“Got in a fight three years ago, and the asshole decided it was a handle, and ripped it out.”
My face scrunched up. “Dear god,” I gasped.
He chuckled and closed his eyes. “Not the best feeling in the world.”
I leaned in and pressed a kiss to the scar. “I mean, if it’s any consolation, it’s really true that chicks do dig scars.”
He buried his fingers in my hair, and rolled me onto my back with him landing on top of me. “So you’re just with me because of my scar?”
“Among other things,” I whispered.
He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Well, we have an hour until you need to be to work, so why don’t you show me exactly what those other things are?”
