Rose’s POV
I turn the bottle in my hand and pretend to read a handwritten label on it, but my eyesight is blurry as I blink back unshed tears.
He still wants me…and I said no.
How could I say no?
I still kick myself over rejecting his requests for kisses all those years ago.
How stupid was I to insist on remaining friends until we found our mates?
Ugh! Such a fool!
That time together would have been worth the pain of being split apart…because when we were split apart, I had the pain and regret of not knowing how his lips tasted. And I just know that they would have tasted delicious.
I’ve thought about my reasoning over and over again since we parted, and the only one I can come up with for not taking our relationship to the next level when I could, was that I thought that we had a
