Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
"Not your fault," Rosalie told him. Ignoring the warm spot on her cheek where he had kissed it, she turned back around and beamed, a little too brightly perhaps, but a happy enough smile all the same. "Of course I'm happy!" Her voice matched her face, earnest and enthusiastic enough to pass off the half-truth of it.
He was standing very close to her and Rosalie found herself forgetting about the princess anyway. He was here and she had broken the curse and wasn't he so nice anyhow? Leaning towards him, into his chest, she kissed him again, sweetly, eyelashes fluttering shut for just the briefest of moments. After only a couple seconds, she seemed to realize what she was doing, because she pulled back and looked slightly guilty. "I'm sorry," she told him, "I just-- are you hungry?" Rosalie changed topics abruptly, cheeks flushing pink. She was surprised to find that she herself was hungry; the muffin had been hours ago now.