[Rosie's POV]
As soon as the door closed, I jerked up from the bed, swallowing hard and gasping for air.
How could he tell such a lie that almost made me talk about the kids?
I'm never going to believe his words. He literally made me cry my heart out.
I rubbed my forehead, kicking over the duvet and crawling down from the bed.
Then comes his trying to wake me up. I won't lie, I took a peek at him, watching how he dries his hair, his body, and what's stuck between his thighs.
I folded my lips, letting out a mischievous smile, and somehow, what he said to his mistress replayed in my head.
Did he really chase her away for me? Did he really bleed for me?
I covered my cheeks, rubbing my face when I knew I was trying to hide my blush.
He makes me feel like a teen again but then I'd try to shove the feelings away.
Somehow, I was thinking about how he's been swaying me to pay attention to him, to win me over.
But then, I should play with him for a little while.
