He pinned me to the wall, too close, until there were only a few inches left between our faces.
My hands reflexively shoved at his shoulders, trying to force him back.
If I could, I wanted to knock him flat. But his solid body did not budge at all and instead pressed back against my push.
Was he really that strong, or was it just me being too weak?
A hint of salty citrus with ocean-aqua notes brushed my nose. I knew that scent far too well.
My eyes widened. Creed Erolfa. A perfume that carried a heavy history for both of us.
Why was he still wearing it? He never even liked it. But that familiar memory sparked an idea in my head.
With all my strength, I stomped on Roman's foot, wrapped in polished leather shoes, the sharp tip of my three-inch heels driving down hard.
He flinched instantly.
I followed it by kicking his shin with force until his balance broke. I shoved him with everything I had, sending him down to the floor.
