I care what you do. The thought was instinctual, a surging wave she could just barely restrain. To care meant there were more than casual feelings involved, feelings that, unfortunately for them, could be resolved only through marriage or parting ways. They had both been clear at the start of the summer where their interests were, what this meant to them. Rosalie couldn't be the person to care for him.

Even if instinct screamed at her that she ought to. That he was another broken soul that she could perhaps help heal.

She forced herself to focus instead on the sensations he was providing her. His hands on her hips, his breath on her neck and over the top of her breasts. "My aunt is traveling at the end of the month, visiting some relatives in France." Rosalie breathily explained. "We could - " her train of thought derailed momentarily as he reached a particularly sensitive spot. Her fingers tangled in his hair and tugged upwards, forcing him to look at her. "You could come over."

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