Rose (Book IV) | Rosalie Hale

10 | Lay All Your Love On Me

10 | Lay All Your Love On Me

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Greece.

Rosalie had taken them to Greece. Why? Not only because it's the home of Mamma Mia and Willow has screamed Lay All Your Love On Me in the car twelve too many times, but because her mate wished to find herself. And within fourteen days all to themselves in Greece, Rosalie had planned for them to explore, investigate what they know, and enjoy themselves.

Starting with their private home right on the Aegean sea, kissing the ocean with only a few steps from the massive pool and sun basking deck.

"It's so . . ." Willow couldn't believe her eyes. "Blue."

Rosalie smirked at how impressed Willow seemed. She didn't want to go all out, but sometimes overwhelming her girlfriend just enough that she felt in heaven didn't seem like a bad idea.

She hovered under the umbrella, keeping herself mostly out of the sun while Willow stood in its full glory. No one was close enough to see them. They had as much privacy as they would at home in Forks, being in the middle of this body of water. It was well worth the hissing cat on the boat ride, and the hour long uber with a sleepy Willow curled up in her lap as much as she humanly could.

"Go swim." Rosalie encouraged her.

"I-I can?" Willow looked at Rosalie timidly. "Are there sharks?"

"Sharks?" The blonde chuckled. "You fear sharks?"

"A little." Willow shuffled anxiously. "Will you come swim with me?"

Rosalie stepped forward into the sunlight and closed her eyes as the rays reflected off her body. She exhaled at the warm feeling, opening her eyes back up to see Willow's green eyes watching her with her lip between her teeth.

"Let's swim." Rosalie slipped her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side.

"Now?" Willow's eyes fell before shooting away from Rosalie's body with a violent blush of her cheeks. Her heart raced in her ears as Rosalie tossed her pants to the side and walked off toward the warm sand. "Okay, um, let me just . . . unclothe."

Rosalie listened carefully to Willow to make sure she wasn't running off. She waited by the water and smiled down at the sand when she heard Willow whining as her shirt got snagged over her head, aggressively tossing it to the side.

"Okay." Willow took Rosalie's hand and smiled shyly. "I'm ready."

Rosalie bit her tongue and inhaled deeply. She took a step forward first into the water and swam backwards once they reached waist high, gentle waves until Willow was struggling to touch the ground.

"Is here okay?" She asked.

Willow pushed forward and wrapped her arms around Rosalie, her legs following. She giggled and kissed her girl's sparkling forehead.

"Now it is." She whispered, moving lower to kiss her lips.

Rosalie treaded water without struggling, her hands molding against Willow's skin. She smiled up at the girl, admiring the way her dark, damp hair stuck to her face and the freckle on her cheeks looked orangey in this lighting.

"When does the sunset?" Willow asked.

"Soon." Rosalie grinned.

Willow's heart thudded against her rib cage as Rosalie's hands moved up and down her sides. She felt her fingers against her bare skin, the cold water making her touch feel smooth and feather-like. It was intimidating how calm Rosalie was, her blonde hair floating in the water and her golden eyes more sun-kissed than the sand.