Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

He shakes his head. “It was a relationship.”

I wait a second, then sigh. “I was with him for three years.”

“That’s a long time.”

I shrug.

Nathan presses his lips together, then decides to ask, “What happened?”

I shrug again. “He took a job in another state. Didn’t ask me to come. I didn’t ask to go.”

“So he’s fucking stupid.”

His tone is so serious it makes me laugh. “That’s the consensus.”

“And you just decided to stop dating after that?”

“I was kinda over men, ya know?”

“I know.” Nathan nods seriously. “That’s why I have Charles as a roommate.”

I smile. “He’s a good roommate.”

“The best.” Nathan agrees.

I know I shouldn’t ask. I just said I didn’t want to know. But… “What was your longest relationship?”

He closes an eye. “The name or the time?”

“The time.” I reach out under the blanket and shove at his chest. “I don’t need to know her name.”

He grins and catches my hand under the covers, holding it against his bare skin. “Longest was about a year and a half, I think.”

“What happened?” I ask the same question he did.

He rubs his thumb over the back of my hand. “She wanted to get married.”

“And you didn’t?” It takes work to keep my voice even. The thought of some bitch trying to marry Nathan makes my stomach hurt.

“It didn’t feel right.”

“The timing or the girl?” I can’t help myself.

“Both.” He lifts a shoulder. “I mean, we were exclusive, but I stillsaw it as a casual thing. Then one day she tells me she loves me and asks when I think we’ll get married…”

I try not to smile. “I take it you didn’t respond the way she wanted.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, apparently wide eyes and dead silence weren’t what she was looking for.”

“I can’t imagine why.”

Nathan smirks. “I’d never had someone tell me they love me before. Or, well, you know, someone outside the normal people.”

My nose scrunches. “Who are the normal people?”

“Family, friends, whatever.” Nathan says it so casually.

Normal.