Henry groaned.

“Point is… it doesn't matter if she goes naked, I still wouldn't fuck her.”

“So you're waiting till she goes naked?”

He plopped back into his seat, eyes closed in exasperation.

I glared at him.

“You know me, Rosie. I know you do. I just don't understand why you'd choose to make things difficult—”

“You're the one making things difficult, Henry.” I croaked.

Fuck.

Why now, tears? Why?

Henry peeled an eye open.

I ripped my gaze away.

I felt his eyes stay on me for a moment.

Then—

Hands latched onto my waist pulling me into his lap.

“Let go of me.,” I seethed, hitting and pulling...