“Mia, are you okay?“ Fabi slurred. I steadied her, already knowing exactly what this looked like. Freshly showered and in a robe. Romolo, equally showered, lounging like a king who’d just been thoroughly satisfied. God. Kill me. I hesitated just a second too long—long enough for Nina to narrow her eyes and stab an accusatory finger at Romolo. “What did you do to her?” Romolo barely lifted his gaze from the book. “Nothing she didn’t want me to.” I glared at him. The bastard was enjoying this.
