Third Person POV
Rosalie snuggled against Lucian, her eyes slowly fluttering open. He smiled at her, stroking her back as she stretched, his fingers gentle, his eyes full of love.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked as she yawned, rolling over to face him fully.
She smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t think I would” she admitted, “not after everything, but I slept so deeply that I didn’t even dream.”
He kissed her on the forehead. “I’m glad,” he told her, as she relaxed “but don’t you think it’s time we talked?” he asked her, and she tensed.
He sounded so serious, that Rosalie dreaded what he might want to say. She wriggled out of his grasp and awkwardly sat up, running a hand through her red hair. She swallowed hard, feeling anxious and hoping that he wasn't about to tell her that he no longe
