Painkiller

Their relationship been accepted by their parents, and that had been her biggest worry. She loved her mother and stepfather, and the happiness they had for their relationship.

Rebel might not have had any intentions of going to school, and had told her he’d rather work so she didn’t have to worry about money, but she knew he had potential.

Even if he was just taking some trade classes, Rosie was sure he’d find his niche. It didn’t matter if he got a degree or not, as long as he eventually realized he was smart and could do anything he set his mind to.

Here they were, two years later, her starting her junior year of college, and Rebel working full-time at a custom body shop while going to night school two days a week. It didn’t matter that they were living in a one-bedroom apartment and eating pasta and tomato sauce most nights.

They were together, and that was all that really mattered in her eyes.

“I love you,” he said and stroked his hand down her back. “You’re it for me, Rosie. There isn’t anyone else that will ever compare to you, that will ever hold a place in my heart. Without you I’m nothing.”

She pulled back and looked at him. Cupping his stubble-covered cheek in her hands, she leaned down and kissed him.

“It was always meant to be you and me, Rosie girl.”

Yes, yes it was.