Author's note- Hola! I wanted to clear up something about my author's note at the end of Chapter 5. I don't want anyone to think that I'm a closet author because I'm embarrassed by my writing. You see, I am a chronic people pleaser. For once in my life, I want this to be something I do without the influence of others. It's kind of like my experiment to see how I handle not people pleasing. We'll see how it goes. :)
Anyway, this chapter is rated T, because you may get the wrong idea at the very beginning. I rather like it how I did this, but seeing as I'm still only 15,it's not going to get very inappropriate at any point. :) I'm not exactly someone who would read about that kind of thing, let alone write about it. *makes disgusted face* So, don't get your hopes up. This fic will continue to be rated K+ and T. :) Enjoy! :D
Disclaimer- I don't own anything that isn't mine. ;P
Wow
Wow.
That was the only thought that Beka could process. After all, it wasn't every day that she saw Rosto walking around without a shirt. In her room. While she was in bed. Half-clothed. Admittedly, she knew that this was completely innocent. After all, she was only vaguely aware of what was going on due to the fever that had ripped through her body for the past three days. Now, the fever was gone, but Kora still insisted upon keeping her room scorching hot in case the fever tried to come back. Rosto was only there because Kora had gone with Ersken to meet his parents.
That didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy this while she could. Even if he was the Rogue.
Personally, I wholeheartedly agree with Beka. Who wouldn't enjoy a shirtless Rosto? :) So, how'd you like this step on the long staircase of Beka and Rosto's courtship? I'm working on that important step where Beaka finally admits her feelings. Fingers crossed. Anyway, let me know what you think. ;D
