Elsie's POV

　　"My darling you look breathtaking," Rory's husk of compliments felt unusual. He had never said such kind words before, not in this fashion. He would often talk to me like I was his possession, tell me I looked fuckable, and then use me as his very own fuck toy. But tonight he spoke to me like a gentleman.

　　I watched as Rory emerged from behind me and took the spot on the blanket by my side, he poured himself a glass of wine and brought the glass to ...