Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

He barks out a laugh and stands from the bed.

“Sometimes feel like it. Unless you’re talking about my hips, then I’m eighty.” I frown. He smiles wider. “I’m just teasing. It’s only like seventy-five.”

He reaches a hand out to me, and I take it.

I don’t think he’s kicking me out, not that I’m going to stay the night, but I have no idea what he’s thinking.

Nathan helps me sit up, then grabs my other arm—pulling it away from covering my chest—and uses both arms to drag me to the edge of the bed.

When my feet hit the ground, I stand.

“Now follow me.” He turns and heads for a darkened doorway. “A shower is going to be the easiest way to clean up the mess you made.”

“The messImade?” I take a step to follow him, one hand going back across my chest, basically holding my boobs in place, and the other hand dropping down to cover my vagina.

Nathan might be comfortable walking around bare-ass naked, but I’m not quite there.

He steps into the bathroom and flips on the overhead lights.

The room becomes so incredibly bright.

I hurry the few steps to follow, and once I’m past the doorframe, I flip the light back off.

Nathan lets out a chuckle. “What are you doing?”

I stand with my back to the wall. “It was too bright.”

He hums in response, and I listen to his steps cross the room.

Then there’s the soft scratching sound of a match being struck.

Flame flickers to life, and the image of Nathan lighting a candle is reflected back at me through the mirror.

He drops the match into the sink, then repeats the process twice more until he has a trio of candles burning between the two sinks on the long vanity.

The glow is the perfect amount. Enough to see by but not enough to illuminate every inch of everything.

Nathan crosses over to the shower stall and slides the frosted glass door aside so he can reach in and turn on the water.

He then opens a cabinet and shakes out a clean towel before he hangs it on the hook next to the shower. “The hot water is pretty much instant, so you can get in.” Nathan gestures, then smirks as his eyes travel along my body. “You do recall that I, quite recently, saw you naked, right?”

I huff. “I recall. I’m just not as wildly comfortable walking around nude as you seem to be.”

“You should be.” He takes a step toward me. “Now get your ass in the shower and hurry up. If you take too much time, I’ll join you. And I’m not sure you’re ready for that.”

The ache between my thighs throbs, reminding me that no matter how much I enjoyed it, I’m going to be sore tomorrow.

And probably the day after that.

I rush past Nathan and into the shower.

“The body wash is in the black bottle. Since it’s hard to read the labels in the dark.” Nathan reaches into the shower and slaps my ass.

I swat at his hand and shut the shower door.

It is rather dark in here with the door shut, so I appreciate his tip about the bottles.

I pour some of the body wash into my palms, then lather them together.