Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
If Rosalie had her doubts about kissing him, very few of them centered around his being a frog. Mostly, she was thinking about his princess. His real one. Because no matter what Boyd said, Stephan had to have one somewhere, even if she wasn't at Bellum yet. Was it wrong to kiss somebody else's-- prince? She still wasn't sure that Stephan was a prince, but it hardly seemed important at the moment.
"I'm sure," she told him with a quick smile. "I don't mind, really. It's better than not trying and not knowing and you still being stuck." Because that was really what it came down to. Stephan was here and the princess wasn't and there were vampires and wolves running around so the sooner he was a man again, the better.
Before she could think about it any longer, Rosalie scooped the frog up and pecked his skin lightly, in the general location of the mouth although he hadn't specified, exactly.