Better Than Revenge (Book 1 in Revenge series)

Chapter 30

I know this is supposed to be in Rose's Point of view , but I wanted to write from Josh's Point of view again.

And another picture of Rose's dress on side!!! I LOVE THAT DRESS!!!

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*Josh's Point of view*

She looked back at me as I followed her up the grand staircase, a small smile on her face and a look in her eyes I couldn't quite decipher.

I bit my lip as she stopped, swiftly taking off her heels before taking off running down the halls, I followed quickly behind as she disappeared behind a corner.

I turned the corner, only to find her no where in sight.

I sighed as I walked down the hallway, following her scent.

It took me nearly a half hour to find her, her scent lead me to our bedroom.

I sighed as I opened the door, closing it softly behind me.

I turned to face the room, seeing no trace of her at all.

I felt her come up behind me, she wrapped her arms softly around my torso as she pressed herself into my back.

I stiffened before turning in her arms to stare down at her wide innocent eyes.

"That wasn't very nice." I whispered as I cupped her face in my palm. She leaned into my hand, still staring up at me as a guilty look flashed in her eyes.

I sighed.

"I'm sorry." She said softly, her eyes casting downwards guiltily.

I bit my lip, unable to stay mad at her when she acted like this. I don't think I can ever be truly mad at her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist as she tried to step away from me, pulling her closer to me and making her eyes snap to mine, that same look in her eyes as earlier.

And she moved forward, catching me by shock as she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine softly but passionately.

She went to pull away when I didn't respond for a few seconds, shocked that she made the first move, but I quickly pulled her back and pressed my lips mire roughly to hers, pressing her against the door.

My hands trailed up her back until I reached the top of the dress, where the threads that held the dress to her like a zipper would, and I slowly started pulling them apart.

She gripped the collar of my jacket, pushing herself into me and pulling me into her as I continued pulling apart the back of the dress.

I was finally finished with her dress and it fell to the floor around her. I gripped her thighs, pulling her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

I walked to the bed, my lips never leaving hers when I softly laid her down, pulling back to look down at her flushed face, swollen lips, hair that fell around her face on the pillows, and the excitement and love in her eyes as she stared up at me.

And I finally realized what that look in her eyes was.

Lust. Love. Passion.

And I pressed my lips back against hers, just realizing how much I needed her.

I loved her, and I planned to show it to her our whole lives.

"I love you." I mumbled against her lips.

I felt her relax under me, just realizing how tense she had been for the past few days.

"I love you too." She whispered as I pulled away, staring down at her.

My love.

My life.

My world.

My everything.