**Ethan POV
Staring down at Rosalie, I spent the entire rest of the night admiring her beauty. Never had we made love in such a way, but now, with her back to my chest and my body wrapped around hers, I was indulged in love and passion that I thought I would never be able to obtain.
She was exhausted and had been sleeping for a few hours. Her breathing was smooth, and her scent was incredibly delicious. My wolf was already whimpering for her again, but I knew she would be too tired for that.
So many thoughts were running through my mind. She tried to kill me, but she didn't. Did that mean that perhaps I weighed more in her heart than I thought?
I was hopeful. Perhaps if I worked hard enough, she could still find the possibility of accepting me back into her life? And perhaps my dream
