“Can I ask you something?” Raina says as we pass through a clump of pines.
“Anything, little rose.”
“When I met your family for the first time, your uncle said something to you. It was about obsession, I think? He said he hoped it’d been worth it.”
“Something like that, yes.” I watch her as she fiddles with the rose necklace I bought her for her birthday, a frown forming on her features. “What’s your question, Raina?”
“Do you… do you think obsession is a bad thing?”
“My uncle warned me about it once.” Clasping her gloved hand in mine, I tug her to a stop and kiss her. “I’m glad I didn’t listen to him.”
THE END.