43. Rosalyn

FORTY-THREE

ROSALYN

I stop across from Nathan, the tall round table between us.

His eyes are intense on mine. The irises dark in the shadows under his hood.

He's wearing a gray T-shirt under his unzipped black hoodie. And the sleeves of his hoodie are pushed up, bunching around his forearms. It's a little warm for the hoodie, but it's inconspicuous all the same.

And it might keep people from realizing who he is, but the whole getup… just makes him look hot as hell.

When I finally drag my eyes back up, I find his are taking me in, trailing down my body.

He's touched me. Kissed me. Seen me. But right now, I feel like he's stripping me naked.

And I finally accept that this was never going to just be drinks.