Byron's footsteps paused slightly. He turned a corner and walked toward the bed.

The little woman nestled drowsily on his bed, revealing most of her radiant-white delicate shoulders. Byron's eyes gradually darkened.

Rosalie was still a little confused, and her voice was waxy. "What's the matter? Go wash up and get some rest."

Byron's breathing gradually became heavy from her muddled expression, but there was still a bit of restraint in him.

If Rosalie were completely awake, she would have no