Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

Nathan isn’t due home until tonight, but I want to take my time getting ready and pamper myself a little bit. Because if we don’t have sex tonight, I’m going to riot.

ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-THREE

NATE

I don’t knock before I open the front door, hoping to surprise Rosie with my early arrival.

But it doesn’t matter if I knocked or not, because she’s not in the living room.

I glance around the great room.

She’s not in the kitchen either.

I kick off my shoes and leave my luggage by the door.

As I walk past the kitchen island, I slow.

Glass containers cover the surface, all filled with tiny fish-shaped crackers.

I grin and shake my head.

Rosie told me she made Charles some homemade treats as an apology, but she didn’t tell me she made a thousand.

I unbutton my shirt as I walk down the hall.

I throw it to the floor as I enter the bedroom.

I undo my pants as I cross the room.

I kick them off as I stop at the bathroom door.

And when I see Rosie’s silhouette behind the frosted glass of the shower, I shove my boxer briefs to the ground.

ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR

ROSALYN

I hold the razor up under the spray to clean the blades.

Nathan seems to like my… curls, and I’m leaving the patch above myareaas it is, but I want to shave the rest. I want the rest of it to be silky smooth for his arrival.

One side is done.

I shift my back to the water and put my left foot—brace removed and lying on the floor outside the shower—onto the stool.

With the hand not holding my razor, I pump a healthy amount of my shaving oil into my palm.

When Ruth went to my apartment for my gold dress, I had her grab some more clothes and all my shower items. And as I smooth the oil over my skin, I’m grateful, because I love this stuff.

A waft of cool air fills the shower stall, and I glance over my shoulder.

Then I let out a startled squeak as a completely naked Nathan steps into the shower.

His eyes are hooded, and he has a hand on his already hardening cock as he closes the door behind him.

“What are you doing, Little Rose?”

Frozen, I stare at him. My foot is still up on the stool, knee turned out, giving me room to work and giving him a view of everything.