Rosie's POV…
He stopped suddenly and helped me sit up while he drew the sheets to cover me. He cupped my cheek and ran his thumb on it. "Do I make you uncomfortable and nervous?" I deflect my gaze and set it on his chest not knowing exactly what to say.
"Do I?" He insisted.
“No. . .it's just uh. . .yes." I stuttered an answer.
"No and yes," he smirked, indented, and adjusted my head so I look him in the face.
"Honey," he called with a foreign term of endearment and I think I liked this amongst others.
"No because I don't and yes because I do. I mean, it depends on your mood and the atmosphere you build."
“And what atmosphere have I built that had changed you from being all brassy to an innocent shy child who hasn't seen a man before? If I knew better, I'd bet you know too little h
