“Rosalie,” he whispered back, sliding his hand up my spine.
When his fingers made it into my hair and he didn’t pull medown to his lips, I shared, “Mom and I bought condoms at Walgreens.”
His eyes flashed.“Love a girl who’s prepared.”
“I’m not usually prepared.”
“Strike that.Love my Rosalie was in the headspace to knowthis wasgonnahappen and she prepared for me.Butjust to say, baby, you never need to worry.I’ll have that covered for us.”
I had no doubt.
I stroked his whiskered jaw with my thumb and asked, “Areyougonnakiss me?”
“In a sec,” he answered, his fingers in my hair, the tips ofthem stroking the edge of my hairline behind my ear.
It felt crazy-nice.
His tongue in my mouth on the stairs had felt better.
He did this for a while, staring up into my eyes, and Ishifted in his lap.
“Honey—” I began to prompt.
“This isgonnabe our first time,Rosie, so we’regonnaremember it, and I want it tobe worth remembering.”
Oh God.
How much more perfect could he be?
“’Kay,” I muttered.“Take your time.”
He grinned.
And it got that much more perfect.
“Love you,” he whispered.
And much,muchmore perfect.
“Love you too,” I whispered back.
His hand fisted in my hair.“Yeah.And thank you for lovingme.”
OhGod.
And now he was even more perfect.
“I think that’s my line,” I retorted.
“Waited for you awhile, Rosie.So you’d be wrong.”
I couldn’t take anymore.
I dipped closer, sliding my hand up to cup his jaw.
“If you don’t kiss me soon, I’mgonnago crazy,” I told him in all honesty.
“Your ribs—” he began.
