Third Person POV
When Rosalie began to stir, part of her was hopeful, while another part of her was fearful that what she had experienced with Lucian was just a dream. A figment of her imagination. But she became aware of something hard pressed against her, while something held her tight and she opened her eyes, to see Lucian’s arm curled up over her side, his body still snuggled up against her. His eyes were open, and he was watching her, a gruff expression on his face. She wondered if he had slept at all. Did vampires need sleep? She blushed, feeling embarrassed and not sure what to say. Was he regretting what they had done? Was he upset that she’d wanted him? She bit her lip feeling nervous and uncertain.
Lucian had been watching Rosalie as she slept, his chest feeling tight. A wave
