Silence followed after Rosie’s statement. Nathan looked down at his food, embarrassed on her behalf.
“What do you mean by that?” Belle asked, her voice sharp with accusation.
Nathan could see that Rosie’s statement had really hurt her. Belle’s hands slowly let go of her glass as she watched Rosie with a narrowed gaze.
“Aren’t you going to answer me?”
Rosie did not answer.
She grunted in frustration, then strode toward Nathan. He watched her as she sashayed towards him, her hips swaying side to side and her breasts bounced slightly in the soft fabric of her lingerie.
She reached him and grabbed the collar of his sleep shirt, pulling him into a kiss.
Nathan stiffened.
He had come to expect Rosie’s impulsive kisses—random, unpredictable, always catching him off guard. But this—this
