"Credence, I didn't mean to test your patience. I just love you too much, and I'm dying to become your woman. I've been waiting for this day, for a very, very long time."

Rosalie spoke softly, grievances coloring her tone. At the same time, she snuck her hand into Credence's black nightgown. Her seemingly soft and gentle fingers slid down the skin on his back, stroking him in circles.

Brows furrowed tightly, Credence took a deep breath. Suddenly, he turned around and took a few steps away from her. His handsome face was expressionless as he replied, "I am very tired now, and I want nothing more than to rest."...