Page 186 of Dear Rosie
Nathan isn’t due home until tonight, but I want to take my time getting ready and pamper myself a little bit. Because if we don’t have sex tonight, I’m going to riot.
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-THREE
NATE
I don’t knock before I open the front door, hoping to surprise Rosie with my early arrival.
But it doesn’t matter if I knocked or not, because she’s not in the living room.
I glance around the great room.
She’s not in the kitchen either.
I kick off my shoes and leave my luggage by the door.
As I walk past the kitchen island, I slow.
Glass containers cover the surface, all filled with tiny fish-shaped crackers.
I grin and shake my head.
Rosie told me she made Charles some homemade treats as an apology, but she didn’t tell me she made a thousand.
I unbutton my shirt as I walk down the hall.
I throw it to the floor as I enter the bedroom.
I undo my pants as I cross the room.
I kick them off as I stop at the bathroom door.
And when I see Rosie’s silhouette behind the frosted glass of the shower, I shove my boxer briefs to the ground.
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR
ROSALYN
I hold the razor up under the spray to clean the blades.
Nathan seems to like my… curls, and I’m leaving the patch above myareaas it is, but I want to shave the rest. I want the rest of it to be silky smooth for his arrival.
One side is done.
I shift my back to the water and put my left foot—brace removed and lying on the floor outside the shower—onto the stool.
With the hand not holding my razor, I pump a healthy amount of my shaving oil into my palm.
When Ruth went to my apartment for my gold dress, I had her grab some more clothes and all my shower items. And as I smooth the oil over my skin, I’m grateful, because I love this stuff.
A waft of cool air fills the shower stall, and I glance over my shoulder.
Then I let out a startled squeak as a completely naked Nathan steps into the shower.
His eyes are hooded, and he has a hand on his already hardening cock as he closes the door behind him.
“What are you doing, Little Rose?”
Frozen, I stare at him. My foot is still up on the stool, knee turned out, giving me room to work and giving him a view of everything.
