Page 65 of Wait For You

The following morning, I woke slowly, cataloging a pounding headache and a warm, silky soft body curled beside me. My hand was curled over the lush curve of Rosie’s bottom.

I didn’t remember much, but I did remember a wild kiss in the elevator and then tumbling through the door into this room. There were other flashes of memory. I didn’t want to wake Rosie up. I wanted her to stay exactly where she was.

Maybe I didn’t remember all the details, but I knew last night had been amazing.

I rolled my bad shoulder slightly. I’d injured it a few too many times while firefighting. As I moved, I became aware of a sensation on my hand. I dragged my eyes open and lifted my left hand to see a wedding ring on my ring finger.

What the actual fuck?

Rosie shifted beside me just as I started to panic. Her eyes blinked open, and she raised her head. We stared at each other for a few beats before she shifted again and lifted her left hand. She also wore a wedding ring.

“Oh. I remember coming into your room and?—”

“Oh is one way to put it.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. “What happened after that?”

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