You’re too sacred,” he continued, and his voice was husked with emotion. “You’re the one. My sunlit angel. My Roses. Mine.

“I began to turn my body, but he held me and laid me back onto the bed, insisten…”

“The beauty of his face, artfully shadowed and lit from the fading firelight, it…”

“He pushed himself a fraction deeper, still exploring his lazy rhythm. I could f…”

“...At that moment, our fates entwined, Roses. I know not why, but I know it to …”