There’s so much more to him than he lets on. He is so noble. Roman plays with my hair as we lie next to each other on my bed. It’s so relaxing. All the stress of being with my father all week melts away, and all the barriers I’ve put up start to crumble. “Tell me about your mom,” he says out of nowhere. My stomach doesn’t tighten the way it usually does when people ask about her. I don’t need to guard myself from Roman. “She was my best friend. I was so young when my parents divorced, but she never remarried. She rarely even dated. It was always just the two of us, but she never acted like it bothered her.” I smile at the memory. Thinking about the good times is nice. Watching chick flicks with her and gossiping about hot guys. It didn’t matter that none of them would ever give me the time of day, I was just happy to talk to her about it. “What happened to her?”
