[Rosalie’s POV]
“Uh… Chanel.”
I look up at the woman who holds me against her body as she sits on a fluffy white couch with her legs crossed. In the beginning, I realized the difference in our sizes, but with her holding me like this, I truly felt like a child.
“Could you maybe...”
“No,” she snaps, tightening her hold. “I’ve already said this, but forget that big broody asshole and become mine.”
“But…” I begin, trying not to remember the few times I walked in on them being intimate.
Honestly, the way she was acting right now still didn’t make sense to me, but I guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
“Aren’t you and Diego... You know...”
“What?” Chanel asks, giving me a curious look. “Aren’t we what?”
“A couple.”
As the words leave my lips, a bark of laughter escapes Chane
