Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Grabbing the clothes, my eyes touch on her underwear for a split second. The moment the black lace registers, I rush out of her closet. Opening the bathroom door slightly, I push my arm through with the clothes, and once Rosie takes everything, I shut it again.
I don’t have to wait long for her to come out and only point at the bed.
“Yeah-yeah,” she grumbles, but when she drops down on top of the covers, she lets out a tired groan.
Walking closer, I push my arm beneath her and tug the covers out from under her body. After tucking her in, I brace my hands on either side of her head and lock eyes with her.
“You’re going to stay in this bed until I say otherwise. Got it?”
At first, I think her eyes are watering because of the light sensitivity, but then her chin quivers, and I realize she’s crying.
She turns onto her side, and with shaky hands, she grips her pillow.
Feeling like shit, I sit down beside her and rub my hand up and down her back. “I’m just pissed off because you pushed yourself too hard. Again.”
“What about you?” she whispers. “You’re still in the same clothes as yesterday and haven’t been home.”
“I can handle it. You, on the other hand, keep going until you drop. It has to stop, Rosie!”
“Don’t fight with me,” she whimpers, and I feel even shittier.
I lean over her and brush her hair away from her forehead. “I’m not fighting.” I press a kiss to her temple. “Sleep, bella mia.”
“I like it when you call me that,” she mumbles, half out of it. The corner of her mouth lifts, and a second later her breath evens out, and she falls asleep.
I stare at Rosie’s pale skin, and unable to stop myself, I drink in the sight of the elegant lines of her features. Her button nose, high cheekbones, and long lashes.
My attention drifts lower to her lips, which are soft and full.
I hesitate for a moment before leaning closer and pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Keeping still, I take a deep breath of her vanilla and lime bodywash, which mixes with her unique scent.
Knowing I have to get some sleep myself, I climb to my feet and head out to my car to grab my to-go bag so I can shower.
“Is she okay?” Alessio asks when I step out of the fortress.
“Yeah. Rosie overworked herself.” I walk to the car, and opening the back door, I grab my bag.
A car pulls up, and Raffaele gets out, a concerned look on his face. “Alessio called and told me Rosie is down. Are you staying the night?”
“I’ll be here until she’s rested,” I inform both men.
“Good.” Alessio gives me a chin lift before walking to his SUV so he can head home while the night shift takes over.
“I’ll hang around for the next week or so as well,” Raffaele says before he walks in the direction of the other guards.
I scan my biometrics, and as I go back to Rosie’s apartment, I check my phone and scroll through all the emails that have been piling up over the past two days.
Back in Rosie’s bedroom, I put my phone on charge before heading into the bathroom and taking a shower. Afterward, I brush my teeth, and only putting on sweatpants, I clap my hands once to switch off the lights while I lie down beside Rosie.
Letting out a relieved breath, I turn my head and wait for my eyes to adjust to the dark.
“Hi,” Rosie suddenly whispers.
I scoot closer and push my arm beneath her head, then tug her tightly to my side. “Hey.”
“Still angry with me?”
“No.” I brush my palm over her hair and press a kiss to her forehead while turning my body into hers. “Sleep.”
Rosie pushes her face into the crook of my neck, and I hear how she takes a deep breath before she relaxes completely.
It only takes a minute or so for me to fall asleep, and when I wake up again, I’m confused for a moment.
I blink the sleep away and rub my left eye, then glance down at Rosie, who’s still pressed tightly against me. Neither of us moved at all during the night.
My thoughts drift into dangerous territory while I hold her tightly, loving the feel of her in my arms.
In my own way, I’ve tried to give Rosie everything I can without making things official between us.
She begins to stir and rubs her face against my throat. “What?” Suddenly, she yanks back, and when her eyes focus on me, they go wide. “Shit, sorry for sleeping all over you.”
“No worries.” I climb out of bed, and wanting to give her some privacy, I head to the kitchen and get the coffee machine going.
I open the fridge and check what I can use to make Rosie a healthy breakfast.