Page 96 of Never Have I Ever
What will she do when I get there? Will she kick me out and say we’re done? I’m not ready for that. Maybe I should head back home. Maybe living in denial is better. I don't have to acknowledge that she doesn't want anything to do with me.
I pull up to her apartment, sit in my car, and stare up at her building. She’s probably asleep. I don’t want to wake her, but I need her so much right now.
Maybe it’s just a psychological effect of quitting smoking. I traded one addiction for another, but right now, I need a hit of the feeling I get when Rosie smiles at me or looks at me or whenever she’s near me.
I need to smell that sweet perfume she wears. I need to taste those strawberry lips. I just need her.
I head inside, sighing when I see Sergio the Grouch at the concierge again. I ignore him and make my way to her apartment.
I stand in front of her door for minutes, which seems to drag on. I don’t know what to expect when she opens up the door. I want her to smile and pull me in for a kiss.
I knock, hearing shuffling on the other side of the door. She opens the door, and I let out a breath of relief at the sight of her in front of me. Jesus. What has she done to me? It’s like I can’t breathe when she isn’t near. I don’t even know how to function without her anymore. What the hell is this?
“Rosie.” I husk out, but I don’t know what the hell to say next. She’s standing in front of me, looking absolutely beautiful. She's in those cute little pajamas. Her hair flows down her back, and she doesn't have a speck of makeup on her gorgeous face. Her mole is on full show. But she’s frowning. I didn’t know what I’d expect, but it wasn’t this.
She doesn’t look happy to see me at all. Her brows are drawn together as if she’s confused, and a slight frown is on her face. I want to wipe it off and replace it with one of those addicting smiles instead. I want her to smile at me.
“Grayson?” she asks. “What are you doing here?”
“I uh…” I mumble, running a hand through my hair. “I came to see you.”
“You did?” she asks, raising her eyebrows.
I nod. “Yeah, you didn’t answer my texts.”
She shakes her head, and I deflate. This is it. This is when she’ll tell me we’re done and she never wants to see me again. Fuck, I knew I should have stayed home.
“I thought you didn’t want to see me again,” she says.
“What?”
She wipes her eyes. “The other day. I told you I would leave if you wanted me to. I thought that’s what you wanted?”
“What?” I say again, shaking my head. “Rosie, I never wanted you to leave. I told you that stuff because I wanted to. Because I trust you. Because Ididn’twant you to leave.”
“You don’t?” she asks, widening her eyes.
I shake my head, taking a step closer to her. “Angel,” I whisper, cradling her gorgeous face. “I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking you were done with me.” She gasps a little as I run my thumb over her plump, pink lower lip. “Are you done with me?” I ask her. God, I want to kiss her.
Her lips are parted by my thumb. She looks up at me with those baby blue’s staring into my soul. She looks like a dream. She shakes her head, and I grin, lowering my head and planting a soft kiss on those full lips of hers.
She melts into me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I pick her up, holding her ass in my hands and wrapping her legs around my waist. I’ve missed this so much. I’ve missed her so much. I shut the door with my foot and head to her bed.
I sit her on the bed, trailing kisses down her neck. I start to lift her tank as she lets out a yawn. Fuck, I’m such an asshole. She’s tired. She needs sleep, and I’m fucked up out of my mind wanting to forget everything and be with her.
I stop myself and lay her back down on the bed, propping her head on a pillow. I lower my head and press my lips to her forehead. “You’re tired. I shouldn’t have come here.”
“You don’t have to leave,” she says, yawning again.
I let my eyes drift closed. I don’t want to leave. Ever. “Lie down, Rosie.”
She lies her head on the pillow, and I strip off my clothes, getting into bed beside her. I brush her hair away from her face, and she turns to face me. “Are you going to leave?” she asks, sounding a little sad.
I couldn’t leave this bed for all the money in the world. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. “No, Rosie. I’m not going anywhere,” I say, pulling her into me and my shoulders relax the moment she wraps her arms around me and cradles her head into my chest.
“I went to visit my parents,” I whisper.
She lifts her head and pulls back a bit. “You did? In New York?”
