Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

14. Nate

FOURTEEN

NATE

She opens for me. And I push my tongue into her mouth.

I slide my hand up her neck, up the back of her head, her silky hair so soft against my palm. And I don’t stop until I’m gripping the base of her ponytail.

Rosalyn moans, and I tug her hair just enough to tilt her head back.

Then I deepen the kiss, tasting the champagne on her tongue.

I push in farther.

Her fingertips claw at my sides.

I rock my hips against her.

And she presses into me just as hard.

We both moan.

Rosalyn is just as fucking primed for this as I am.

And I’m going to show her just how good we could be together.