Matteo nodded, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. "You don't have to be strong all the time, you know that, right?"
Rosalie tried to smile, but it came out shaky. "I've gotten used to it."
Matteo's brow furrowed, but he didn't push. Instead, he took her hand and kissed the back of it, a gesture so tender that it sent a shiver down her spine. "Come on," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "Let's get inside. I made dinner for us."
Rosalie raised an eyebrow. "You? Made dinner?"
Matteo laughed, a sound that warmed her heart. "Okay, Clara helped a little, but I wanted to do something special."
