"You love me?" Ravić breathed, as if he didn't believe such thing was possible.
His eyes slowly changed back to the dark red that I know, and have gotten used to. I can't help but smiled and claimed his lips again.
"Yes, I do," I replied.
He didn't waste time to grab me by my waist, lifting me off the countertop. I wrap my arms around his neck, legs around his hips, while his mouth crashed into mine. My hair spilled around us, like a curtain covering something that's meant only for him and I.
"I've never thought that possible," he rasped, gazing at me like I've enchanted him.
"Why not?"
"Because after all that I've done to you," he said, like a sinner confessing his sins, "I don't deserve your love, Rosie."
"Then what did you expect us to be?" I asked, as he gently placed me back on the countertop. "If you have never expected me to love you?"
He positioned himself between my legs, his hands tracing a slow, deliberate path up my thighs, setting my skin on fire.
