There were more differences to him that would have been distracting if she allowed them to be. (The feel of his lips, the lack of urgency and passion, the slight but suddenly extremely noticeable height difference.) Instead, Rosalie focused her efforts on matching his. Her touch turned gentler, her lips parted for him. This was no passion fueled closet adventure. This was Mr. Greengrass, and he was nice. Rosalie would learn to be nice too.

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