127. Nate

ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-SEVEN

NATE

Rosie settles her head on my chest, and I wrap my arm around her back, holding her closer.

Today was… It was everything I want.

I've been on so many trips. Had so many nights away from home. And Charles has made coming home a happy occasion because before him… I was always just coming home to an empty house.

But today…

I press a kiss to the top of Rosie's head.

It wasn't just the sex.

Okay, it's partially the sex because fuck me, that was fucking hot.

I admitted to never shaving anyone, but I didn't admit that I've never come inside a woman bare like that either.

And as much as I want Rosie to know she was the first, I didn't want to say anything that would make her think of the other women I've been with.

I didn't want to think of them either. Because they don't matter.

No one I touched before Rosie matters. And there will be no one after Rosie.

No one else for me, no one else for her.

I stroke my thumb over her shoulder .

The best part of today was coming home to my person .

Coming home and having her just be here.

When Rosie yawns, I reach out and turn off the bedside lamp.

After we cleaned up and dressed in pajamas, we ate dinner at the island, with Charles prancing between his piles of treats.

It was the perfect end to a perfect day.

I rub my thumb over her shoulder again as I close my eyes, then remember one last thing. "Almost forgot," I say sleepily. "Tomorrow night, we're having dinner with my parents."