chapter 48

Chapter 48

Rosalie POV

I paused wondering if I was imagining it.

“Nathan” I whispered, closing the book gently, his body relaxed gently, holding onto my thighs as he buried his face in them.

I gulped hard staring down at him, heart clenching in my chest as my fingers itched to touch him.

His hair had fallen over his forehead in soft waves, and without thinking, I reached out and gently pushed it back, tucking a strand behind his ear, careful not to touch him.

He looked so peaceful.

So different from the stubborn, rude man I once met.

I could understand him more now though, the boy who never got to be a child.

The boy who had to grow up too fast, under the weight of expectations and duty. And it hit me-he and I weren’t so different after all.

I’d never had much of a childhood either. I had spent years chasing after scraps of affection, doing anything I could to get my parents’ attention, I would have done anything to make my mom sit down and read me a story—just once, to feel what i