“Since when does kissing mean I want to sleep with you?” Marie asked and she actually sounded offended at that. Because there had been no attempt at sleep with Sebastian. If she had he would know it. She wasn’t subtle. She scowled at him and stopped walking. “And now my anger is not misplaced. I think we need to cut this walk short before I decide to stuff these flowers where the sun doesn’t shine.”
Marie then turned and started to head back to the castle. She had been right. Sebastian was not the guy for her. What were her parents thinking? She was so very much tempted to throw the roses in anger but she held onto them.