The door creaked open.
11:30pm.
That was when Rosie returned home that night.
Nathan slid his watch under his pillows and waited in the dark, straining his ear so he could hear her. Her footsteps clicked softly on the floor, like she was afraid of making noise. She didn’t care about this before, so why now?
Nathan didn’t need to question himself for too long. He knew it was about their night.
They had both been raging on anger, jealousy and intense s****l tension and had done the unthinkable. The whole sniffing of her panties and licking his fingers were just wild. What was he thinking?
Nathan groaned and buried his face into his pillows, waiting. He knew what he was thinking. It had been the same thought he had the first day he met her: to devour her.
Rosie tiptoes gently to his do
