"You're ignoring me."
"Not at all. Yeah, so I didn't hear a word you said, I was too busy concentrating on your lips, your eyes, your face."
She softened a soft smile curving her lips. In that moment he vowed she'd always know how much he loved her. "Never doubt how I feel about you. Promise me."
Although she gave him a curious look, she nodded. "I promise."
"Because you are the single most important thing that's ever happened to me. The greatest gift."
She dug her face into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You're going to make me cry. That is so sweet." The words were muffled, but he felt an expansion in his chest when she let out a sigh and laid her head against him. "I love you so much."
There it was the reason for his long life. It wasn't all the bullshit with Julian or even the demon slayer gig. His soul purpose was Rachel.
"I'll love you always, for eternity."
They left a few moments later, his entire being lighter at acknowledging how he truly felt.
"How do you know if someone is dark Fae?" Rachel asked as they strolled down a cobble-stoned street in Florence. He smiled as he'd spotted one not but a few moments earlier.
"They have a bluish tint to their skin. Humans can't see it."
She was thoughtful for a few beats. "Do you think I'll be able to see it?"
Good question. "I don't know. Probably not."
As they passed a small shop, Rachel tugged him toward it. "Let's check out the pretty pottery."
Roderick took everyone's attention. Not just because he was a tall, broad-shouldered man, but because he was drop dead gorgeous.
It was hard to look away from him. Rachel figured it was how people that dated celebrities must feel like. Their partner getting all the attention, while they were more of a backdrop.
Only a few days left in Italy and she'd yet to bring up the subject of their marriage or ask about the bonding ceremony. Each time she wanted to bring up the subject, a part of her was hurt that he'd not asked of his own free will. After all, he was the man and as old fashioned as it seemed, she wanted him to ask her and not have to bring it up.
Now standing inside the small ceramic shop in he dwarfed the space and immediately she felt bad for him as he tried to maneuver about and not accidently hit anything. "We can leave. I don't see anything I like," she lied eyeing a beautiful set of bowls.
"I think you should take your time and look about. I'll wait outside." He kissed her brow and left the shop having to bend down to get through the door.
"Grosso!" the shop owner exclaimed looking relieved as Roderick walked out. "Bello." She smiled.
"Si," Rachel grinned. Her man was very bello indeed.
A few minutes later she walked out into the bright afternoon sunshine. She'd purchased several items for her mother and her friend, plus some bowls she planned to keep for herself. Roderick sat on a short wall that surrounded a beautiful fountain.
Something was off. Rachel wasn't sure how she knew. In spite of the cold air, there was a light sheen of perspiration on his upper lip and he didn't look her in the eye, but somewhere past her right shoulder. When he swallowed hard, she swiveled and checked behind. Nothing out of the norm.
"Rod? Are you all right?"
His smile was more of a grimace and he inhaled deeply. "Yeah why?"
"Because you look like you have a stomachache."
"Oh."
He took her packages and placed them on the short wall next to him. It could be Julian called him and offered him the job back. In exchange Roderick had to break up with her. If he was about to break up with her, then she'd take it with as much grace as possible. Once in the privacy of the villa, and away from him, she'd cry her eyes out.
"Is there something you have to tell me?"
He nodded and her stomach flipped. Then his face softened. Just as she was about to ask another question, her handsome man fell to his knees and held her hands up
"Not at all. Yeah, so I didn't hear a word you said, I was too busy concentrating on your lips, your eyes, your face."
She softened a soft smile curving her lips. In that moment he vowed she'd always know how much he loved her. "Never doubt how I feel about you. Promise me."
Although she gave him a curious look, she nodded. "I promise."
"Because you are the single most important thing that's ever happened to me. The greatest gift."
She dug her face into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You're going to make me cry. That is so sweet." The words were muffled, but he felt an expansion in his chest when she let out a sigh and laid her head against him. "I love you so much."
There it was the reason for his long life. It wasn't all the bullshit with Julian or even the demon slayer gig. His soul purpose was Rachel.
"I'll love you always, for eternity."
They left a few moments later, his entire being lighter at acknowledging how he truly felt.
"How do you know if someone is dark Fae?" Rachel asked as they strolled down a cobble-stoned street in Florence. He smiled as he'd spotted one not but a few moments earlier.
"They have a bluish tint to their skin. Humans can't see it."
She was thoughtful for a few beats. "Do you think I'll be able to see it?"
Good question. "I don't know. Probably not."
As they passed a small shop, Rachel tugged him toward it. "Let's check out the pretty pottery."
Roderick took everyone's attention. Not just because he was a tall, broad-shouldered man, but because he was drop dead gorgeous.
It was hard to look away from him. Rachel figured it was how people that dated celebrities must feel like. Their partner getting all the attention, while they were more of a backdrop.
Only a few days left in Italy and she'd yet to bring up the subject of their marriage or ask about the bonding ceremony. Each time she wanted to bring up the subject, a part of her was hurt that he'd not asked of his own free will. After all, he was the man and as old fashioned as it seemed, she wanted him to ask her and not have to bring it up.
Now standing inside the small ceramic shop in he dwarfed the space and immediately she felt bad for him as he tried to maneuver about and not accidently hit anything. "We can leave. I don't see anything I like," she lied eyeing a beautiful set of bowls.
"I think you should take your time and look about. I'll wait outside." He kissed her brow and left the shop having to bend down to get through the door.
"Grosso!" the shop owner exclaimed looking relieved as Roderick walked out. "Bello." She smiled.
"Si," Rachel grinned. Her man was very bello indeed.
A few minutes later she walked out into the bright afternoon sunshine. She'd purchased several items for her mother and her friend, plus some bowls she planned to keep for herself. Roderick sat on a short wall that surrounded a beautiful fountain.
Something was off. Rachel wasn't sure how she knew. In spite of the cold air, there was a light sheen of perspiration on his upper lip and he didn't look her in the eye, but somewhere past her right shoulder. When he swallowed hard, she swiveled and checked behind. Nothing out of the norm.
"Rod? Are you all right?"
His smile was more of a grimace and he inhaled deeply. "Yeah why?"
"Because you look like you have a stomachache."
"Oh."
He took her packages and placed them on the short wall next to him. It could be Julian called him and offered him the job back. In exchange Roderick had to break up with her. If he was about to break up with her, then she'd take it with as much grace as possible. Once in the privacy of the villa, and away from him, she'd cry her eyes out.
"Is there something you have to tell me?"
He nodded and her stomach flipped. Then his face softened. Just as she was about to ask another question, her handsome man fell to his knees and held her hands up
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