Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

Destiny wrapped up in a curvy little package.

FORTY-THREE

ROSALYN

I stop across from Nathan, the tall round table between us.

His eyes are intense on mine. The irises dark in the shadows under his hood.

He’s wearing a gray T-shirt under his unzipped black hoodie. And the sleeves of his hoodie are pushed up, bunching around his forearms. It’s a little warm for the hoodie, but it’s inconspicuous all the same.

And it might keep people from realizing who he is, but the whole getup… just makes him look hot as hell.

When I finally drag my eyes back up, I find his are taking me in, trailing down my body.

He’s touched me. Kissed me. Seen me. But right now, I feel like he’s stripping me naked.

And I finally accept that this was never going to just be drinks.

FORTY-FOUR

NATE

She’s a goddamn goddess.

I already know this.

But seeing her tonight. In that outfit… I never had a fucking chance.

And if I get my way, this evening will end with my handprints on her ass and her coming on my cock.

Someone bumps into her, and she takes an unsteady step closer.

I narrow my eyes at the back of the man who caused her to stumble. And my weight shifts as I ready myself to go after him.

But then a hand settles atop mine on the table.

I snap my gaze back to Rosie.

She’s beside me.

Touching me.

Calming me.

I turn to face her.

I’m not a violent man. Have never even thought of beating a man for such a small reason. But as I stand here, staring down into the bright blue eyes of my past, I feel an impossible urge to destroy anyone who has ever harmed Rosie.

“Nathan,” she says as she starts to pull her hand away.

And there’s only one thing I can do.

FORTY-FIVE

ROSALYN

Quicker than I can process, Nathan hooks his hand around the back of my neck and drags me to him.