Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

He brushes his thumb over my cheek again. “I want to kiss you.”

“You can.” I rest my hands on his forearms. “I might be a little banged up, but I’m not broken.”

I refuse to be broken.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.

I lean forward. “You’re not.”

“Tell me you’ll stay.” Nathan moves closer, leaving only inches between us.

“I’ll stay,” I tell him. Even if it’s just for a few days.

His fingers flex, like he knows what I’m thinking. “For the three weeks you’re on crutches.”

“Nathan,” I sigh.

“Rosie.”

“Three weeks is a long time,” I try to tell him.

“It’s a blink,” he replies. “Now agree you’ll stay.”

It’s ridiculous, and…

“You really want to date?”

Nathan groans. “Pretty Rosie, I know you’re a clever girl. And I know you heard me the first time.”

“Isn’t it weird to have your girlfriend of like, what, a week, live with you?”

He shakes his head. “First, you and I go way back. You’re not justsome girlfriend. And second, the beginning of a relationship is always the most sex-filled.” My brows lift. “I know I need to give you some time before I fuck you into the mattress again.” He slides one of his hands down from my cheek to palm the side of my neck. “But as soon as you’re ready, I’ll be making use of the fact that we’re under the same roof. And in the same bed.”

I roll my eyes, like my body isn’t thrumming at the idea. “Do you promise not to barge in when I’m on the toilet?”

He nods solemnly. “Unless you scream my name again.”

I give him a flat look. “Sorry, I hadn’t assumed it wasthe catopening the door.”

“Never underestimate the cat.”

I roll my lips together and take in the man before me.

He’s so handsome.

And has such a mouth on him.

He’s kind and generous and a good cat dad.

And he’s practically begging me to be with him.

A part of me knows that we can never be. Not forever. My baggage is too heavy.

But I can have him for now.

I can have him for at least three weeks.

“Okay.” I nod against his hold on me.