Rosalie’s POV

Ethan didn’t say a word, but I could hear his footsteps—leisurely yet graceful—against the wooden floor.

Then the entire room fell into darkness.

He had turned off the light. A sensation ran through me, but it wasn’t fear. It was excitement.

The room was now only dimly lit by the fireplace and candles. Before I knew it, he was right in front of me, and my breath hitched.

Our proximity allowed his sultry and delicious scent to wrap around me like a warm blanket, pulling ...