Page 131 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
I pulled away for a second and stared in his eyes while I rubbed his face with my thumbs.
“I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, Rosie. Not having you near me these past couple of days has been torture. I truly thought I’d lost you.”
“Me too,” I said sadly. “But if you were in love with me, why did you move away? Why didn’t you fight?”
He gave me a half-smile and moved his hands to my shoulders where he gripped me tightly.
“This apartment became available and I knew I couldn’t give it up, because it’s your dream apartment. If I couldn’t win you back myself, I was hoping the apartment would.”
“Wait, what are you saying?”
He kissed my nose and said, “Rosie, I want you to move in with me. Just you and me. No Delaney, no Derk, no subway rides out to Brooklyn. I want you here, with me, I want a life with you.”
And just like when I kissed him, my heart soared and tears once again sprung from my eyes. This time, tears of joy.
“Are you serious?”
“Beyond serious, love. Live with me?”
“Yes.” I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. “I can’t believe this.”
“Believe it, love. It’s just you and me now.”
“Does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?” I asked shyly.
“It better be.” He nuzzled my neck. “You’re mine, love.”
“Wow. Aren’t you just taking all my virginities? First boyfriend, first apartment I share with only a guy, first to visit my area below.”
“You’re down below?” he asked laughing. “What about the elevator guy you farted on?”
“You know what I mean,” I said, playfully hitting his shoulder, making him laugh even harder.
“Do you think you have enough material to finish that book of yours now?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure. I might have to do some more research in the bedroom. Test some things out I’d read in some of my books.”
“I’m yours, love. Test away.”
As I looked back at him, his cute smile hit me hard in the gut. I was one hell of a lucky girl. How I snagged Henry to be mine, I had no clue, but now that he was, I wouldn’t let him go.
Love was funny. It came in all different shapes and sizes. Sometimes it was hard to find and sometimes it was right in front of you, waiting to be recognized. What I’d learned from the many books I’d read and from the book I’m writing was this: no matter what, you had to work to find love. It wasn’t a given and it wasn’t instantaneous. It was a privilege to find and should never be taken lightly.
Everyone deserved a happily ever after, and I’m glad I found mine. Now I had to turn that happily ever after into a book. With Henry by my side, I had no doubt I’d be able to make that happen.
Epilogue
The Insatiable Virgina
“Henry, you have to sit still. You can’t thread a needle if the needle keeps moving.”
“I’m sorry, but the look on your face is so damn serious, it’s hard not to laugh.”
Henry and I had been living together for a week and we’d spent most of the time in bed, exploring the ins and outs of each other. We’d bought a bed together, found the softest sheets available, and picked a neutral comforter we were both happy with. The bedroom was the only decorated room in the whole apartment, but we were happy with it and frankly, it was the only room we spent time in.
I’d read that once you had sex, the characters go at it like bunnies and I’d always wondered if that was true in real life. Well, if those characters had a penis-eating vagina like mine, then yes, it was true.
