**Ethan POV
Staring down at Rosalie, I spent the entire rest of the night admiring her beauty. Never had we made love in such a way, but now, with her back to my chest and my body wrapped around hers, I was indulged in love and passion that I thought I would never be able to obtain.
She was exhausted and had been sleeping for a few hours. Her breathing was smooth, and her scent was incredibly delicious. My wolf was already whimpering for her again, but I knew she would be too tired for that.
So many thoughts were running through my mind. She tried to kill me, but she didn’t. Did that mean that perhaps I weighed more in her heart than I thought?
I was hopeful. Perhaps if I worked hard enough, she could still find the possibility of accepting me back into her life? And perhaps my dream to start all over again with her was something that was actually possible?