A boy who kills cannot love, a boy who kills has no heart. He was never destined to feel love, but for whatever reason, Dandy chose her. Could she learn to love him?
*ahs freakshow*
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Is this really a good idea?
Rosalie didn't realize Dandy had already gotten into the tub. He flexed his toes in the water, looking at her with expectant eyes.
"I love baths," he commented, a soft gleam in his eyes. "The water is warm, Rose. What are you waiting for?"
It's now or never, Rosalie. He might forget about the blood and call it a day.
Rosalie took a deep breath, looking at the far end of the tub. She never shared a bath with another person, unless you count her childhood friend Maria when they were six.
She could tell Dandy was becoming frustrated. His foot began to bob in the water, his eyes watching her with a fire brewing behind them. She decided to improvise.
"W-Where, do you want me to go?" she asked.
Dandy tilted his head at her, "I won't bite."
She laughed a little, deciding she just needed to wing it. Rosalie put a foot in the water, her body stalling at the hot water. Dandy noticed and reached forward, surprising her by taking her foot and massaging it.
"I'm sorry if it's too hot!" he apologized.
Rosalie sighed at the relief, before dipping her other foot in. Dandy used his other hand to rub her skin, attempting to relieve the sting her against her cold feet. When she felt comfortable, she told him he could stop.
"Come on, sit!" He urged.
I'm actually doing this.
Rosalie sunk down in the water, and she could feel his thighs pressing against her butt. The water was more welcoming this time, and she allowed her self to lean back against his chest.
Dandy felt a little flutter deep within his soul.
Rosalie laid her head against his shoulder. Her eyes fell on the little carton of blood that still plagued her mind.
Dandy kept his arms against the tub, but the longer she sat so close to him, the more he itched to touch her. He listened to her quiet breaths, and they were music to his ears. He perked up at the sound of his mother entering the front door; she must be done with her garden.
