Rosalie's heart thumped within her as her eyes darted around; her body was slowly yielding to Matteo's manly charms. Before their fight, they had kept their relationship cute and innocent, but now they were older, and she was even much older now, so it made all the sense, but she couldn't help but turn shy at his provocative words.
She slowly raised her head, as her doe eyes widened. Matteo's fingers seemed to burn as they brushed against her hands while he was trying to take the teacup away.
He put the tray away, and she swallowed in anticipation. He pulled her by her hand, and now she was on his lap. Her party silk dress had now skewed up to her upper thighs, giving Matteo's hand a new place to explore as he seized her lips.
Rosalie had had this imagination in her head for months, craving his love-filled kiss and his blazing touch. Her mind, filled with shyness, was beginning to be pooled with something else as Matteo pulled her closer.
