Chapter 13

Rosalie’s POV Ethan didn’t say a word, but I could hear his footsteps—leisurely yet graceful—against the wooden floor. Then the entire room fell into darkness. He had turned off the light. A sensation ran through me, but it wasn’t fear. It was excitement. The room was now only dimly lit by the fireplace and candles. Before I knew it, he was right in front of me, and my breath hitched. Our proximity allowed his sultry and delicious scent to wrap around me like a warm blanket, pulling me in. The heat of his body made my own ache, and a strange sensation between my legs caused a soft sound to escape my lips. As my eyes slowly ran up his body to his own, I saw the restraint in them. He was holding himself back and simply watching me. But why? Oh, his eyes were gorgeous. The thought was soon drowned out by a simple desire in me—I needed to bare myself to him. With the last bit of confidence I had, I slowly dropped the towel from my waist and let it slide from my completely naked body to the