Chapter Twelve: Temptation

Finally, Roselle snapped out from the strange but pleasure-filled induced haze the delicious steak had trapped her in for that duration of time she was savouring it. Every. Single. Bite. She couldn't believe she allowed something so basic like food, to take her on a flight into the clouds and made her forget about everything else. However, she comforted herself in the knowledge that though food was basic, but in no means was that piece of steak plain. It was far from plain!

Also she couldn't believe she had allowed herself to be fed like she was a child. And even allowed a prince to… heavens, Roselle!

Stunned, Roselle sat there, unmoving, while Romeo's hand was stranded mid-air in his attempt to feed Roselle another piece of steak.

He moved the steak closer to her lips, causing Roselle to flinch – again. After which, she winced and quickly shut her eyes and took a deep breath, remembering how her newly minted husband had made that statement about not wanting his wife flinching away