He groaned and nipped at my upper lip, silently asking permission to deepen the kiss.

Nobody had ever done that before. Well, if you didn't count the awkward kisses I had received in highschool that is. Most men started to practically rape your face the moment you locked lips with them. I guessed that gentlemanly behavior wasn't as dead in the south as it was over here. At least....someone had taught this one pretty well.

I couldn't bite back a moan as his tongue moved into my mouth and started caressing mine. I loved the taste of him in my mouth. It was like green apples and the great outdoors. Manly but not so much that it made me feel uncomfortable or overpowered. The way our mouths moved together was like they had been doing nothing else in their lives and even though part of me was still afraid and a much bigger part of me was still broken and holding on to the shreds of the mask that still remained in place I could feel that giving part of myself away to this man wouldn't be the worst thing that could ever happen to me.

“Rosalie,” he panted as we broke for a much needed breath.

“Yes?” I asked, leaning my head against his.

“Will you allow me make love to you?”