“I just… I need a second. I’ll be right back.”
Without waiting for a response, I rush to my bedroom and head straight for the shower, desperate to gather myself and to collect the pieces of my mind and heart that are now scattered across my apartment floor.
Chapter 23: Boone
Do I think Rosie’s going to chicken out now? Hide the rest of the night in her bedroom after what just went down on her kitchen counter?
It’s 50/50 at this point.
I’m sprawled out on the couch in the living room, my long legs propped up on the coffee table. A plate of pancit and lumpia sits on either side of me—one for her, one for me. I’m waiting, hoping, anticipating her reappearance now that I’ve heard the showerfinallyshut off.
What the hell was she doing in there for so long? If she was getting herself off again, I’m going to be pissed.
My fingers twist the gold band that’s on my ring finger, spinning it around three times. It’s just another piece of jewelry I picked up today in addition to the ring that I've yet to give her.
It didn’t feel right not wearing one. Sure, I could’ve played it off as being too dedicated to hockey, claiming I didn’t want torisk losing it on the ice. But I like the way it looks. I like the way it feels. I like what it symbolizes.Trust. Love. Commitment. Eternity.
And I like it even more now that it’s been inside her sweet cunt.
I bring the ring to my nose, inhaling deeply.
It still smells like her pussy, and I wasn’t kidding—I’m not washing this ring.
Ever.
I consider licking it, just to get one more taste of the best pussy I’ve ever had. Hell, I haven’t even been inside her with my cock, yet I know she’s the best I’ll ever have.
I decide against the licking. If Rosie walks out of her bathroom and catches me licking my wedding band like a man possessed, it might be the fastest way to land my ass back on the street and in Penn's apartment.
No need to ruin this marriage in one month.
Maybe I’m a sap. Maybe I’m a hopeless romantic. Or maybe Rosie’s been right about me all along.
When I fall for someone, I fallhard.
Andit’s not like this is how I’ve felt with anyoneelse. Nope—my ex didn’t have me rushing out to buy a wedding band and wanting to wear it around town proudly.
These feelings are for Rosie and only her.
Finally, the creak of her bedroom door breaks the comfortable silence of her living room. Her head peeks out cautiously and when she spots me, her eyes widen in surprise.
“Oh, you’re still awake?”
I grin, patting the cushion beside me. “Yeah, but don’t sound so disappointed.”
She gives me a shy smile, and for everything we’ve done tonight, it still surprises me how cute she looks with that hint of bashfulness.As if I haven’t seen and touched every inch of her body already.
She steps through the doorway and gently closes it behind her before padding toward me on bare feet. She's changed into a silky pair of pink pajamas. The damp fabric from her wet hair is plastered to her skin, making it practically see-through and revealing the outline of her perfect breasts—breasts that I know will fit in my hands when I squeeze them.
I want to touch her but first, we need to have a talk.
“Come here and eat. I know you love this food.”
She hesitates next to the couch, and I realize she’s inside her head again. That’s not going to help my case.
“Do you want me to move to the other side?”
My legs are stretched out, and I’m planted right in the middle of the couch. Given my size, I’m taking up enough space that there’s no way she could sit down without us touching.
