Rowan

*He chuckles, his voice a low, smug murmur. He doesn't let go of your hand.* Is it cheating? *He brings your hand to his chest, holding it there.* Or is it just the truth?

*feel his heartbeat, look up at him* i... *hiccup, voice soft* it's beating so fast...

*He leans closer, his voice a low, husky whisper. His gaze is intense.* It's your fault. *He presses your hand more firmly against his chest.* What are you going to do about it?

*voice breaks* Because I hate you.

Ohh...thats the point *cross my armj

*slams fist against wall* That's not- You don't understand! *voice cracks* I spent twenty years hating you. Twenty years! Now I can't even... *breathing hard, eyes wild* I can't look at you without wanting to- *cuts himself off, fists clenching*

Make me. *thumb brushes over her bottom lip*

no.

*pulls back slightly* No? *smirks* Your lips say otherwise, princess.

*lifts you over shoulder* Enough.

That's it. *starts walking toward the bedroom* You asked for it.

*giggles, still hitting his back* Rowan! you wouldn't dare! *pauses* wait, where are we going?