Page 32 of Sinful Promises
Roman came in last, accompanied by Paula and Carla. Just seeing the ladies together, it was easy to tell how much they were in love—shoulders nudging, smiles on their faces, how comfortable they were with each other. One day I hoped to have what they had.
Not with a woman. Not that there was anything wrong with that. But with a man.
The very thought had my heart weeping, yet at the same time my eyes couldn’t move from Roman. He was like the moon—something that I saw and loved but could never touch.
The ladies strolled up to me and I held out the last two sets of room keys toward them and Roman.
“So, do we meet back down here?” Paula curled her hair behind her ear and the simple diamond stud in her lobe glistened in the lobby lights.
“Yes.” I glanced at my watch. “In thirty minutes.”
“Okay.” Paula smiled at Roman, then with groovy swaggers, the pair tootled toward the elevators.
Forty-five minutes later, our tour started at the top of the hill at Prague Castle—a ninth-century fortress that, according to the Guinness Book of Records, was the largest ancient castle in the world. I could spend hours in that magnificent building, but given our time constraints, I had to make it an express tour that barely touched the surface of its history.
After that, we headed down an enormous set of steps that offered an incredible view of Prague. For the first time ever, I paused at one of the many landings to admire the city that was once ‘the capital of the Kingdom of Bohemia’. It was a vista I’d been taking for granted for over two years.
Not today. Today I took my time, and I even snapped a few photos. That too was something I’d never done.
Roman stepped up to my side. “Magnificent view.”
He made my view even more spectacular. “Yes, it is. Hey, let’s get a selfie.”
We turned so the city was over our shoulders, and with his arm around my back, nudging us together, I took a few photos of the man who made me swoon.
Halfway down the hill, we stopped at Steiner & Kovarik—a boutique shop selling some of the best chocolates in the world. “Head on in, guys. And trust me, if you don’t try anything else, at least taste the hot chocolate.”
As everyone disappeared into the tiny shop, I curled around the corner and tapped out a message to Zali. ‘Guess who?’ And sent her the photo that captured Roman’s honey eyes perfectly.
My phone buzzed.
Holy fuck, babe. No wonder you drool over him
I giggled.
Told you. BTW, thanks for the Vabali suggestion
You went! OMG so jealous. Was it good?
It was incredible. Quick question, have you ever touched another woman’s boob? You know, with your beauty stuff
No. OMG. SQUEEEEEEE! What did you do?
Oh, shit. I’d thought for sure she would’ve done that. Only me then?
As I giggled to myself and waited for my group to indulge in their chocolate overload, I told her all about my mud experience with Jonas and Rebecca. But unlike my chat with Roman, I left nothing out.
Holllyyyyyy fuck. Now I’m really jealous
Roman stepped out of the doorway, glanced at me, and as he walked in my direction, I tapped a final message to Zali.
Gotta go. Roman’s coming. Love you
Give that hottie a kiss for me
I quickly shoved the phone into my pocket.
“You texting Azalia?”