With hitched breath and rapid pounding of her heart, Rosalie blinked, trying to steal back her sanity, trying to yank back her senses from the hell they were knowingly falling into.
She closed her eyes, hauled in a lot of air. Just what did he want her to say so he could pull away from her. His closeness has begun making her thoughts go south and she was not liking it one bit.
"I'm quite uncomfortable, My Lord." Finally, through the embarrassment, she fessed up.
Cesarean did nothing but looked calmly at. Again she was avoiding his eyes by staring down at her feet. His hand pressed strongly on the stem of the tree.
"I won't leave until you've forgiven me for my behavior." He told her in a raspy whisper that did funny things to her insides. And he knew very well what he was doing to her.
"My Lord, There is nothing to forgive, I—" Before she could complete her statement, Cesarean placed his fingers on her soft lips, instantly shutting her up.
