Third Person POV
Lucian watched her as she slept, her chest rising up and down, that gorgeous fiery red hair splayed across the pillows, her curves prominent underneath the almost transparent bed sheet. He swallowed hard. Despite his promises not to get too close, he found himself sitting at the end of the bed, watching, waiting, taking in every minute detail of her face, longing to stroke it, but not wanting to disturb her slumber. His jaw tightened.
He felt like a right bastard. There were no words to express the utter contempt he felt for himself. The way he’d treated Rosalie, he really was a beast. He had earned that nickname. All Rosalie had ever done was show him kindness and respect, even when he’d done his best to tear her down and degrade her. His hands shook slightly, and he cl
