Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

142. Rosie

ONE HUNDRED FORTY-TWO

ROSIE

His clothing disappears.

Mine falls away next.

Our limbs tangle.

Our mouths open.

He moves between my thighs.

I spread for him.

And when he presses into me, he tells me he loves me.

When he covers me, he tells me how much he loves me.

When he touches me…

When he follows me over…

I feel the truth of his words.

I feel the forever.

And I hold on to it.

I hold on to him.

And I promise to never let go.