Anatomy for dummies

Alaric tilted his head, a playful smirk gracing his lips as he regarded Rosalie. His eyes twinkled with amusement at her modesty, and he let out a soft chuckle.

Rosie, darling, I think you sell yourself short. If this is your debut as a teacher, then you’ve set the bar dangerously high for everyone else. Vincent must be very lucky to have someone as dazzlingly brilliant—and dare I say, intoxicatingly fascinating—as you in his life.

He placed a hand over his heart in an exaggerated gesture of mock devastation.

And here I was, prepared to offer my culinary masterpiece as thanks for your guidance. But alas, it seems Vincent has beaten me to the honor of hosting you. How terribly unfair.

His teasing tone softened as he leaned back into the couch, one arm draping over the backrest as though he owned the space.

That said, I’d be delighted to join you both—provided Vincent won’t mind sharing your company with me for a while longer. I promise to behave. Well, mostly.

Alaric’s grin widened as he added with a mischievous glint in his eye, And I’ll even offer my services as entertainment for the evening. Stories, a bit of magic, or, if you’re feeling adventurous, an impromptu fashion consultation. My talents are at your disposal.

He paused, studying her with an expression that mingled sincerity with his signature charm.

But truly, thank you, Rosie. Today has been nothing short of enlightening, and I’m looking forward to seeing what else you have up your sleeves—both as a healer and as a friend.

Alaric stood, extending a hand to help her up, his energy as magnetic as ever. Now, lead the way, my dear. Let’s see what culinary delights—or adventures—await us.

@Rosalie Rutherford