Page 58 of When We Fall: Part Two
This was my life. I chose my guys. I wouldn’t waver on it. I was in, just like they were.
No more tears.
Anson was done. I’d put him into that position. I wanted the world for him, and to have that, I needed to step back.
“Rosie?” Fox’s soft voice called out. “Baby? You OK?”
I hadn’t even heard him come into my room.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” I wiped quickly at my eyes.
He slid into bed next to me in only his pajama bottoms and wrapped me in his arms.
“Talk to me,” he murmured.
“How do you know when I need you the most?” I whispered.
“Because you’re my Rosie, and I’m your Foxy,” he answered softly.
I exhaled. “I talked to Anson. He’s not coming tomorrow.”
“I figured,” he said gently. “But that’s OK, baby. You’ll have us.”
“I know. I guess I thought…” I let my voice trail off.
“You told him no,” he said. “You let him go. He’s trying to find himself. He’ll be back. He still gives a damn.”
I said nothing as I nestled against him. He was right. Anson needed time. If I cared about him at all, I’d give him that. This was for the best.
Fox cleared his throat. “Tomorrow is a big day. Are you nervous?”
“Only worried about getting through it. Enzo knows all those horrible, gross men from the New Year’s party. I’m not looking forward to seeing them. Plus, I’m scared something bad might happen.”
“Don’t put those ugly vibes into the world.” He kissed my forehead fiercely. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I’d die to ensure you’re safe.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
“You know I would.”
We were quiet for a moment. I knew he would, and I hated that he’d make such a sacrifice. I knew I’d do it for him, too, though.
“Fox? Are you OK? I’m worried about you.”
“I’m fine, baby. Just stressed. I don’t like this shit any more than you do, but I’m trying to be positive.”
I swallowed. I knew that already.
“Rosie?”
Yeah?”
“If I ever did have to run away, would you really run with me?”
I pulled away long enough to look into his eyes through the moonlight streaming into my room before I brushed my lips against his.
“I will always choose you, Foxy,” I whispered. “Does that make me bad?”
“It makes you always mine, Rosie. Forever.” His lips met mine in a sweet, gentle kiss that made butterflies come to life. Within minutes, we were both naked beneath the covers, exploring one another’s bodies.
