Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

“Okay?” His eyes search mine.

“Okay, I’ll stay. Okay, I’ll be your girlfriend.” My mouth pulls into a smile at the look on his face. I tip my chin up. “And I believe you said you’d kiss me.”

Nathan grins. “That’s my girl.” Then his lips are on mine.

They’re warm, and he presses them firmly against my own.

My body relaxes, and muscles I didn’t realize were tense release.

I lean into the kiss.

But Nathan pulls away.

“Eat your food.”

I blink my eyes open. “You’re a tease.”

He snorts, then reaches down to adjust himself. “I am not without punishment.”

I bite down on my laugh, knowing it will only make my head hurt more.

Nathan braces his hands on either side of me. “I’ll grab your painkillers, but you gotta eat something.”

I look over at the bowl of cereal, taking in the little shapes floating in some sort of milk. “Marshmallows?”

“They’re no Rosalyn’s Restaurant’s. But they help feed my newly rediscovered marshmallow obsession.” He holds my gaze. “Because it seems I’ve become obsessed.”

My eyes stay on him as he stands and strides away.

Because I’ve become a little obsessed too.

NINETY

ROSALYN

Go to bed with Nathan beside me.

Wake up sprawled across him.

Eat.

Nap.

Repeat.

For two days.

Maybe three.

Time has begun to blur.

Another nap.

Another meal.

Someone knocks on Nathan’s front door, and he gets up from his end of the couch to answer it.

He’s been keeping his distance, physically. Not touching me, except for in sleep. But he hasn’t left the condo since we got here.