Rosie woke up in a good mood.
One of the reasons was because of the events that unfolded the previous day, particularly in the evening. The recollection made her have little flutters in her chest.
Cedric... he'd called her love last night... didn't he?
She didn't imagine it. He did call her love before proceeding to give her the wonders of his passion... all the while whispering sweet words against her ear as he kept thrusting inside her while she clung to him, chanting her own love words.
Her mother had once said that love and happiness went hand in hand because love by itself wasn't enough. Once can love and be miserable. But if it was given and returned, then there was no need to ask for more.
