Rosie's POV
Take a bite. Pause. Stare into the distance.
Well that's what I've been doing for say the last five minutes. My hands are anchored at a very awkward position as I bite into my granola bar.
I can't stop thinking of last night. f**k it I can't stop blushing either. The minute Dominic left my room like the f*****g weirdo I am, I shut all the windows so that I could his scent could linger a bit longer than usual even though that was a really shitty move to make considering the fact that I could have done a lot of explaining if Xylus stepped into my room. A scene I don't even want to imagine.
And as much as I was angry at him , I knew a part of me wanted him to stay which is annoying, I mean he's been nothing but a pain in the ass and the fact that he comes to see me at really
