“Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze. ”
― Elinor Glyn
The next morning Rose was woken up to Xavier entering her room and kissing her awake.
"Please, don't-" kiss "-be angry." He voiced the plea hotly. Kissing her again and again, punctuating his kisses with apologies. Rose kissed back, holding him and whispering that she could never stay angry at him.
"I have morning breath," she mumbled drowsily against his lips. Oh but she was enjoying this so much.
"I love the way you taste," was his husky response before giving her another kiss. His hands were warm, skimming over her neck, tracing his mark, slipping under her night dress to feel the bare skin on her stomach before he finally let her get up to start getting ready for the day.
Rose co
