Chapter 67 The almost kiss

Sienna.

I leaped across the cold tiles, hurrying after Roman before he reached his room. “Can I have some of that whiskey?” I called out.

“No.” Cold and brief.

"I just want a sip," I said, leaning against the edge of his door.

Roman sighed, rolling up the sleeves of his dark shirt. "No, Sienna....

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