“What are you wearing?” Roman tensed like he had in his office before he stormed off and left me napping on his couch. I glanced down at my favorite strappy black sports bra and my floral-print lounge shorts. “Bra,” I pointed to my chest, “shorts.” My finger dropped down to the waistband. He growled at me. Why we were growling was beyond me, but I growled back.
