Dear Rosie - Page 221

You’re my best friend. My soul mate. And I hope we can write each other love letters for the rest of our lives.

And when we’re all grown up, I hope you’ll marry me.

Yours forever,

The boy from the woods

Tears roll down my cheeks.

For younger me. For current me. For all the versions in between.

Nathan lowers before me, one knee against the grass. “I’ll never stop loving you.” He holds up a ring. A giant square diamond on a gold band. “And I’ll never stop needing you. Say you’ll be mine.”

I close the distance between us, reaching past the ring to hold his face, making sure he understands. “I’ve always been yours, Nathan Waller. And I always will be.”

EPILOGUE 1 – NATHAN

(3 WEEKS LATER)

The oven timer goes off.

I look around, but there’s no sign of Rosie.

Not wanting to be responsible for anything burning, I turn the timer off, and using hot pads, I take the tray of mini meatballs out.

I’m tempted to pop one into my mouth, but I can see the steam rolling off them, so I resist.

People are coming over in a couple of hours. My parents, Maddox and family, Tony…

They’re coming to watch Max’s game on TV. But we’re also using the opportunity to announce our engagement.

Hence the meatballs.

And the sliders.

And the kebabs.

And tarts.

And confetti marshmallows.

To say Rosie is nervous is an understatement.

I keep telling her not to be, but if she’s not in the kitchen, watching her food, she must be off doing another project.

Maybe I should do something to take her mind off everything…

I smirk as I stride through the condo looking for Rosie.

Then I stop dead in my tracks. Because I’ve found her.

She’s in our little laundry room, kneeling on the floor, with her front half in the dryer.

My cock throbs as it hardens inside my pants.

“Jesus Christ,” I growl, stepping closer.

“What was that?” Rosie starts to pull out.