Rose didn't want this moment to end. This little and quick moment fully nessled against the man of her dreams. Her heart was thumping so fast and loud that she feared he would notice it right away. Her tiny hands slowly went up to touch his wet broad back. It was a surreal feeling in one go. Silence filled the room with both of them clinging against each other. None wanting to let go.
“Am sorry okay,” Stephano whispered against her hair before pulling away. “I have no right to criticize your dressing sense and am sorry for acting like that. I don't know....” Stephano gulped and felt the need to apologize over and over again. He didn't want Rose to get the wrong idea of him being a control freak. It was in his blood to be like that, only he never showed it to her.
Rose smiled. “It's fine.
