Page 96 of Blindly Yours

When he speaks, it’s a chuckle. “Sorry, I knew I wouldn’t last long. It’s…been a while.”

I peer up at him and smirk. “It was perfect.”

He lifts his head and props himself up on his arm. “You were well worth the wait, Rose.”

I lower my eyes and slide my fingers through the hair on his chest. “To think, if you hadn’t come to fix that leak in my ceiling…”

“What do you think you would have thought of me if we met up after just the app?” he asks.

I raise my gaze to his. He has the kindest, most honest eyes of anyone I know. And that straight nose, perfect jawline, and hair that always seems to be effortlessly in place, except for now—which makes me feel very proud of myself. “I would have been into you immediately, no doubt.”

He chuckles.

“But I don’t know. We’ve been forced to share a lot of honest things with each other earlier this way. I’m not sure I’d know you this well in any other scenario.” I smile. “And I’m kinda glad I met the grumpy version of you first.”

“I thought you hated the grumpy me?” He tilts his head.

“The grumpy you is pretty sexy, actually.”

He wipes his hand across his face and shakes his head. “I can’t keep up.”

I laugh. “Sometimes I can’t either.”

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and at the same time, my stomach grumbles. He raises an amused brow. “Pizza in bed?”

My mouth waters. “Yesplease…”

It turns out, it’s not just any store-bought frozen pizza. It’s homemade by a neighbor down the street who packages and sells them at the local market. She gets the cheese from a little town across the state line in Wisconsin; where all the best cheese comes from. Then she tops it with sausage from a local farm and sauce from tomatoes she grew in her own garden. I’ve never tasted anything better.

We chat about everything and nothing while we sit and eat, clad in a few articles of clothing we’d strewn on the floor. I’m wearing his t-shirt now, which hangs loosely off my shoulders. But it’s so soft and it smells like him and I don’t think I’ll ever want to wear my own clothes again.

When we’re full, we relax back against the pillows and talk about the things Nate wants to include in his future dream home. A wraparound porch, a kitchen that looks out across an expanse of land, and a pool, which surprises me. But he says he gets way too hot during the summer, and I realize that as a human furnace, he probably does struggle.

He looks at the ceiling of the small room. “I don’t think I’ll ever let go of this place though. Is this what you imagined when I told you I had a place on the lake?”

I let out a small yawn. “Truthfully, no. But I love it.”

“You had no idea what you were getting yourself into when you accidentally joined Blindly, did you?”

“Not a clue.”

“Just a girl looking for her big spoon.” He smirks.

“And here he is.” I grin, peering over at him. “But here’s the question: does he live up to his username?”

“Find out for yourself.” He gestures to the space between us.

I plant a peck on his lips and then turn away from him and tuck myself into the long length of his body as he wraps an arm around me. And it’s heaven.

He’s so warm, and my body instantly relaxes. I slide my fingers through his and let my eyes drift shut.

Then he buries his head in my neck and whispers hot against my skin. “Goodnight, little spoon.”

TWENTY-TWO

Nate

When I open my eyes, it’s almost dawn, and my arm is still draped across Rose’s warm body. She’s on her back now, her arm is laid lazily above her head, and her hair is splayed across her pillow, catching the dim light that filters through the curtains.

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