Rosalina looks at me. The question wavers in the sweet-scented air. What about us? There hasn’t been a single moment that’s passed where I haven’t thought of how it felt to be inside her. Mate out there or not, there’s no fucking way I can have Rosalina only once. “What about it, Blossom?” I ask. “I played your game. Socialized. Maybe there’s someone out there I belong to. But in here, all I want is you. Stars above, in this damned flower, let me belong to you.”
I love him so much and I hate that they aren’t mates yet 😭😩🐚
