Chapter 129 —He wasn't looking for pleasure, he was looking for certainty, refuge, truth

Narrator:

Aylin didn't know how long they sat in the hallway. She only remembered Roman's weight against her body, his ragged breathing, his wet tears soaking her shirt. At some point, he stopped talking and just breathed, just trembled.

When she felt the crying begin to subside, with the delicacy of someone moving an injured person, Aylin took his face in her hands, looked him in the eyes, and caressed his