The problem was Rosalie knew instantly what exactly she wished to do now that she had his attention, and it was perhaps the most singular thing she could not do. Not because they were at a party (they'd stolen their share of moments in hidden alcoves in the months following their engagement) or because she feared getting caught (she didn't, at all) but because it was him. It was Ezra who now dared to touch her sleeve. It was Ezra who asked such a leading question. They couldn't have these stolen moments anymore, it simply wasn't permissible.

But, Merlin knew she yearned to.

If he was anyone else, Rosalie would have followed the question up with actions as opposed to words. It was only with great restraint that she hadn't already closed the distance between them. (Would he accept such an act? Or would he push her away?) Rosalie stared at him, the air heavy with unspoken desire. She had to leave, had to step away from this before she did something they would both regret in the morning.

Her feet wouldn't move.

She allowed her hand to graze his but remained speechless.

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