Chapter 39

• In a fluid motion, Romeo effortlessly maneuvers us so that he's positioned above me, his knee gently nudging my legs to make space for him between them. Even in the dimly lit room, his smile radiates warmth as he breaks the kiss.
• "You're supposed to be sleeping," he teases, his voice tender as he brushes stray strands of hair away from my face, planting a soft kiss on the tip of my nose.
• "Then stop kissing me," I retorted playfully, a grin dancing on my lips.