Rossetta’s POV
“Are you going to let me take care of you Rose?” Macbeth's tongue wipes along his bottom lip making my jaw hang loose as I watch the movement before returning my gaze to his eyes.
“What exactly might that entail?” I ask placing my hands at his waist like his Aaron mine.
“We both know I always give you what exactly it is you want and need. And we both know you like it better when I demand it of you instead of offering it.” My heart rate spikes at the tone in his voice a hint of teasing at what could come my way if I say yes.
He always knows how to calm me how to make me feel better even within it is impossible to begin with and right now more than ever I need him to take away every thought and confusion that is swirling in my head.
I don't want to think. I don't want to
