The kiss was everything that he imagined it would be. He had dreamed of this moment for years and he was so wrapped up in it to think about the real world right now. It didn't matter that it couldn't last or that she was meant for someone else. In this moment he could just be Fred with the girl of his dreams.

One of his hands moved to her waist, holding onto her tenderly but full of want. He wanted to hold her close, to dance her across the clouds. A ray of sunshine seemed to peek through the clouds at that moment, shining on them with warm, heavenly light.

She broke their kiss but didn't move far. He searched her eyes for any sign she was regretting the kiss but she stayed close, her fingers toying with his hair in a way that he found he really loved. She was still holding him close and he didn't move away at all. With his hand on her waist, his thumb stroked against her side softly as they looked at each other. She was so beautiful, so special. He loved her so much it hurt.

With his other hand he gently stroked her perfect, porcelain cheek with the backs of his fingers.

The way she kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of his wrist had Frederick nearly melting into a puddle. He want to shout from the rooftops how much he loved her. He wanted to say those words to her over and over again but what good would it do? He felt like he could give her the world, he could make her happier than anyone else ever could. Even as someone as supposedly great as Fabian.

“Rosa,” he whispered her name worshipfully as he leaned closer to her again. His lips brushed against the corner of her jaw. “You mean everything to me. Everything.” He just wanted to take care of her.

He wanted that too. Desperately. He wanted her to be his everything. His absolutely everything. But that also included being his wife and he had been too late for that. Too damn late. Would things have been different if he’d actually asked earlier? Would her father have accepted him? He wasn’t sure.

Yet even though it felt impossible he couldn’t help but wish it were true. And just the fact that she’d spoken the words at all was music to his ears. He moved to take her face gently in his hands and looked into her perfect eyes.

“Do you mean that?” he whispered.

His heart swelled at those three words as if it had been another three she had just spoken. "I want you to be, Rosa. I want to be everything to you just as you are everything to me." Still holding her face gently he leaned towards her once more and pressed his lips to hers, softly at first but increasing the depth and passion he showed her as they kissed.