Third Person POV
It was like a dream, or maybe it was just that reality seemed to be more like a fairytale than she had ever imagined. By unspoken agreement, Lucian and her didn't speak of what was to come, or what had prompted her to throw herself at him that night. Instead, they spent their waking moments together, without feeling uncomfortable, content in each other's presence, getting to know each other better. The more that they found out about each other the more intrigued they became. Lucian, in particular, admired Rosalie's spirit, her bravery, her courage, and her determination. She was unlike any other girl that he'd had an interest in and he couldn't seem to get enough of her, in the short space of time that he spent with her, his hands constantly wanting to touch, to feel that
