Rosie POV
“They’re pretty,” I whispered. My voice was hoarse and rough. There was no helping it after all we had done for the past few hours. We were supposed to go on a walk and talk, but we did very little talking. We did a whole lot of something else.
I’m waving my hand through the air, trying to catch one or two of the glowing butterflies fluttering around us. Even the way they fly is magical. They weren’t exactly fast, but every time my hand came close to touching one of them, it would disappear from one spot and reappear in another. Rian was chuckling under his breath watching me, holding my body lazily as I laid my head on his chest.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, running his fingertips up and down my spine.
I laughed softly, “You say pretty words when you have me naked.”
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