“You are the sun to my moon and the blood to my brain and the stars to my night!! I have waited a lifetime for you to descend upon me and now that you have, I have become the words for your poetry.” The words she was spouting were absolutely ridiculous. Rosamund had seated her quite comfortably on Ruslan's lap as she clung to him in what seemed like desperation and neediness. She was in no control of her limps or her mouths, as if someone else was controlling her movements and was making her dance to their tunes. She felt like a puppet and, to make it worse, Ruslan was looking at her with extreme amusement. He was damn well enjoying her embarrassing moment, alright. Rosamund felt herself turn red from head to toe. This was not the moment for him to enjoy, she wanted to cry out loud.
“Nod
