“As for me, yes, I’m angry as fuck, but not at you.” He shakes his head. “I can never be disgusted with you, moya Malen'kaya Roza. If you knew…” The corner of his mouth lifts slightly, “I love you, Rosalie. I love every-fucking-thing about you. How petite you are. How gentle and pure your nature is. How fucking exquisite every inch of you is.” He leans closer, pressing his forehead to mine. “I love you so fucking fiercely and will never let you go. It’s you and me for life.”
