Chapter Fifty: Oh, Roselle.

At the sudden soft but determined lips of Roselle that descended on him, Romeo felt his whole being jolt in shock. Romeo had never expected a kiss to be coming so voluntarily and determinedly – especially one from his usually shy and reticent wife – so his eyes widened at the touch of her supple and pouty lips against his, unable to believe what was happening. Was she really kissing him without him asking? This had got to be a dream, albeit a crazy wonderful one though. And he was not minding it one bit. That was right, he was not the one who was asking for a kiss. He simply told her to persuade him! He did not … then why… oh, God…

A blurry memory flashed in his mind and Romeo saw Roselle kissing him in the darkness. That was right, this was not actually the first time she had done this. She had kissed him like this too in the dungeon, back when he was still under the influence of his inner monster. Though there were flashes of memories that he could somewhat recall, Romeo's memories a