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“ You are far too demanding, DeWitt. How
can you expect a lady to perform such an
action when you insist upon it so forcefully? “
There’s a hint of a smile hidden behind her hand as she studies
Booker’s face intently, breath bated in her throat. She won’t deny
that the thought has crossed her mind already, with how close
they’ve been, with the way that Booker keeps casting glances at
her. There’s tension between them, and though Rosalind won’t
call it unpleasant, she will say that it needs to be resolved–and
if that will take a kiss shared between them like a whispered se-
cret, then Rosalind will just have to swallow her pride for once.
“ I am honestly surprised you have not just
decided to do it already yourself… Booker. “
Rosalind won’t give him enough time to process that she used
his name, a rarity for her even after all this time, and instead
quickly raises her hand to rest upon his unshaven cheek, lips
covering the man’s delicately, as though the pair will burst into
flames if they move too quickly, too passionately. Perhaps they
will if they aren’t careful. Good things can burn up so easily…
“ … There. Are you satisfied now? “