#Chapter 43: Fall In Line

When the kiss ends, I feel a little lightheaded, caught up in the whirlwind of King Roman and his masterful tongue. As I try to catch my breath, Roman glowers at all the onlookers, as if making sure the message was received.

I am King Roman’s. No one else is allowed to touch.

I know better than to argue with a king in front of a crowded room, so I keep my mouth shut about it. Though, in my mind, I