13. Rosalyn
THIRTEEN
ROSALYN
My lips part on a gasp.
And Nathan moves. Claiming his taste.
Our lips meet.
My body leans into his.
My neck arches.
And I kiss him back.
I kiss him .
My Nathan.
The man who’s held my broken pieces together for so long.
Who’s been both my best friend and a figment of my imagination.
The man I haven’t seen in twenty-five years.
The man who’s lived an entire life since walking away from me that day in the woods.
My heart squeezes painfully.
I want this and hate this. Because I want him to know it’s me.
I want him to desire me.
But maybe that’s not supposed to happen.
Maybe I’m supposed to have this experience with him this way. With anonymity .
Maybe I need to experience this, with him, just this once.
Because he’s here.
And he’s kissing me.
I open my mouth.