I had never felt anything like it before.
Still breathing heavily, Rose pulled back and smiled.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I said.
“And you are an amazing fuck,” she retorted.
I laughed, hugging her and loving the way her skin felt against mine.
Reluctantly, she crawled off of me and stood.
We both cleaned up before retiring to her bedroom, where we laid together and talked for a half-an-hour about nothing and everything. It was amazing how her mind captured me even more than her body, which was something I had never experienced with anyone else.
As I fell asleep with her body curled against mine, I thought about my future and what I needed to do. I wanted nothing but the best for Rose. For us. So if we were going to be in a real relationship, I had to do better.
She deserved the best, and I intended on giving it to her.
CHAPTER 29
Rose
I woke with his magnificent body next to mine, which instantly put a smile on my face. He moaned and stirred but didn’t wake as I carefully climbed out of my bed.
We should have gone to his place, I thought, remembering his comfortable bed on my way to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. What does all of this mean for us?
The only way it would work was if we continued communicating like we had the night before. He had appeared ready to work with me, but with men, I honestly could never tell, at least not completely. They were such a mystery.
After taking a shower and brushing my teeth, I returned to the kitchen for a cup of fresh coffee. A third of the way through, Warren walked in, his hair perfectly messy and his eyes nearly closed.
“Morning,” I said.
He grunted as he shuffled toward the coffee pot.
I took another drink, wondering if I should ask him about breakfast. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah,” he said.
When he finished fixing himself a cup of coffee, he sat next to me and gave me a peck on the cheek.
“What about you?” he asked.
“Best sleep since the last time we were together. Your bed is better though.”
He s
miled then took a sip.
I cleared my throat. “We should go talk to the FBI today.”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “It’ll be a hassle though.”
“But it’s better to tell them you have nothing to do with it sooner than later. I’ll go with you to back up your story and make sure you have a witness.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I nodded.
He frowned, seeming to remember something. “They told me you might be involved,” he said after a slight pause.