The souvenir

Sofie’s POV

I heaved a sigh of satisfaction as I molded myself further into Roman's broad, muscular chest and he wrapped his arms tighter around me.

It'd be nice if I could live forever like this; going to sleep and waking up wrapped in the strong expanse of Roman's chest.

But I knew it could never happen. I could only continue to wish for it.

Roman had hinted on numerous occasions that he was clearly into me for sex and sex alone, but my stupid delusional mind just wouldn't accept that fact.

My more stupid heart just had to betray me by falling head over heels for him.

Thinking about the fact that in about two months, I wouldn't have the privilege to wake up beside Roman or have amazing, toe-curling sex with him made me miserable but I wasn't going to make a fool of myself more than I had already done by confessing my love to him.

He'd probably laugh at me and null the contract and I couldn't have that.

I wanted to be with him for as long as I could even if it hurt me to secretly lo