Ruslan followed her without saying anything. Rosamund could feel herself blushing profusely. The boldness that she was showing was so unlike her . If someone told her to strategize a war plan, she would have done that without any hesitation or second guess. But this, something that was so intimate, made her feel as if she was losing her ground. Rosamund had never been seduced nor did she know what seduction was. Whenever she needed, it would always be a night of animalistic s****l desires and men were there for her to fulfill her needs without any emotions or connections. It was how she became an adult without ever kissing or having any intimate connection. But now, as she held Ruslan's hand in her own, suddenly her heart beat a little faster, a little unsteady. She was going to form more
