His eyes lowered to her waist. Where Shaw's hand rested possessively. He lifted an eyebrow in question, his gaze directed at the enforcer. Was he trying to make a point with that little gesture? "Get out of my way" Roman said even though what he really wanted to say was "Get that hand off her before I pull and twist it out of it's socket" they moved aside, making way for him. He hesitated. Why? He didn't know. What was he waiting for? Where was he going before bumping into them?
Nowhere.
Like everyone else, he heard the laugh, looked out at the window and for a moment there, he'd forgotten how to breathe. If that wasn't the most melodious sound he'd ever heard, he didn't know what was. And the way her face had changed into that of someone else. Someone that peaked his interest. Roman c
