Rome couldn’t see himself leaving Ella’s room--ever. As dangerous as it was for him to stay there with her, the idea of going back out the window seemed crippling, especially when she was in his arms the way she was right now. Whenever she’d touched him, at first, she’d seemed so unsure of herself, as if she wasn’t quite sure where to put her hands. He didn’t mind her inexperience, though. The longer they were together, the more at ease she seemed. She was so beautiful, her sweet aroma of vanilla and roses intoxicating. As much as he wanted to lay her down and claim every inch of her body as his own, he wouldn’t press her. It was too soon, and she wasn’t ready. Instead, he had taken her hand and led her over to her tiny bed, laying down with her in his arms. Rome took his time, exploring